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On dawn of the day I arose to the thunder again |
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the pounding in my head |
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it doesn't seem to phase me |
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how every scream they pretend not to hear echoes through me |
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standing, complacently waiting |
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I try to tell myself |
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our lives are worth more than this |
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so give me a chance to take it all back, |
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I'll show you that I'm worth more than your pittance or pity |
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it's a spit in the face |
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so don't even try to explain |
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the earth shakes beneath my feet |
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and as these buildings |
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they crumble around me |
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I call out if you can hear me |
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come and let me out, |
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oh please break me out! |
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and give me sanctuary |
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you know this whole world knows |
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you won't be satisfied 'til you fill up another cemetery |
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it's all a game to you |
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we won't be fooled by you into thinking that it's easy, |
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nobody said this would be easy to swallow or process or fake |
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and dark will be the day when I elude their desires |
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no longer will I be.. |
