As we sit here in despite of our wins,
waiting for the final prisoners' commence to begin,
no one can shudder in front of the eye,
rebelling against all stife's that's gone by.
Now that we're free away from our doom,
to suffer from all that's left of our gloom,
It's a day once we return again,
left in the waves of a silent dead end,
I leave to go away from it all,
Just tell me, oh so dear one, just how does it stall?
As we run across the projects, wheel our way and one,
I speak to the objects of which I do so want to have some fun.
So try and speak to me oh so softly so,
Don't try and find the way in which I now must go.
Just look at me with blue in your eyes of gold,
there's nothing of my life that I have not bother told.
