Music without sound, clarity without sincerity.
Lyrical
CHAPTER
1
Carried Away
I am always getting carried away,
Like the mobs of the living don’t want me to stay,
Off to a place always drab and grey,
Kittens dont purr, Hounds dont bay,
I have yet to see a single sun ray,
The trees never sway,
The men always slay,
Each breath as hard as breathing in clay,
Nobody here is happy or gay,
Children dont play.
Skin they still flay,
Why here do they carry me away?
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