Where Will They Find You
The world is insane , no footsteps to follow
The golden word is the lane , no one could find
The sword is what the insane people that are hollow
Would use to chop the golden melons peeling the rind
Smashing the seeds , the core is now solo
Demolished pieces no one can bind
The melons lost their shape, their color is red and not yellow
They all search this core, their soul to be free
The tool by which they would breath again
Oh freedom , where will they find you ?
Waves of people are from the sword to flee
The fool is there to cut this chain
Of freedom, where will they find you ?
The melons wanted to get back their soul
And their golden shape and faith
The lost freedom,
Where will they find you ?
The melons are diving in the pool
Scared of rape andthe wraith
No one can save them,please FREEDOM, Where will they find you ?
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