the mind of that exceeds, the feel of your physical needs,
the control of a burnin,spreadin desease,
its allright, claims the king,
upon his thrown, and left for me to hold, and to live life no-more,
not a victim, but the end of the wips freedom,
the end of the bullets travel,
not the killer, but your true savior, thats final,
not me, yet he who commands us all,
fall upon the sight of grins, mens bodys baried in the wall,
stacked upon the bloodstained stone, and left to souls,
to roam all alone,with no internal home
to obey the hand that feeds, the leather spreading desease,
oh how you wish that you could be free,
get this feeling, picture the scenery,
keep this in mind, when you think about liberty,
the endurd pains of ancestors,
the screaming commands of masters who say 'faster'
the land is your home, that where you roam,
the pain you feel, is oh so horrible,
there is no burial ground in this place, no known feeling, of being saved,
.......................your feeling of being a slave................................
