He says to me "you have one job, kid -
You'll cook, clean, watch the news
Never disobey, watch the tapes
Or be abused -
Never run, never think, never speak
Eat my leftovers, look for new meat
Try to escape, try to leave
Thats a ticket to get beat." The blood they left was colder than mine
In time, the stains seeped as did dark wine
The bodies reeked rancid death
Each bird screamed murder
Each spoke their last breath
There were times at night
I screamed louder than the vultures
And you molded me into this
I am your sculpture
But you roar a decibel beyond sound
You harbor the unfathomable
Deeds of yours lay beneath ground
Now unchain me - let me loose
Let me roam, let me free
What a world out there, what a world indeed
But I'll turn back, always at will
As I belong to you, nothing more I seek
I'll remain till' forever - behind the river, around the valley, over the hill
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