ON CANADIAN SOIL
Heaven's Underground.
...
Fifteen years of hell and I'm still crying what the heck,
hated and sought after, I'm still trying to forget.
What you watched them do to me,
how they profit from hurting me,
crazy I must be,
to think all birds fly free.
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You're not hearing me loud and clear,
though I wish to be far away, you fear me near.
Your sad state of affairs
is not my affair,
all is fair, my fair weather friend,
forced insanity has got to end.
Do you hear me now,
check one,two,three,
can you hear me now.
Crazy I must be,
to think all birds fly free.
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Tho, I have ears to hear,
I'm not hearing you clear,
Tell me why you left me here.
Here comes another tear,
right before your eye,
you watch and let me die,
the devil loves it when you lie.
Crazy you must be,
not to stand on guard for me.
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You fight to be free,
till you shoot 'em down.
Locust upon the ground,
devouring a familiar sound,
no good guys to be found.
Let me off of this merry-go-round & round,
anywhere but here, I'm bound.
I take my last breath,
while you watch them rape me to death,
for deeming me damaged goods,
all the while, I'm terribly misunderstood.
Survived my childhood,
not the only one in the neighbourhood,
to go down with out a fight,
all for one, or lose all rights,
my suffering is their delight,
pick up my cross, this is your plight?
