Absent Minded
Hostage of your silent war crying for help(queen's Bench)
I have a doctor
who is a psychiatrist
he holds the freedom of many patients in his hands
and off you go
bombing his home land
little do you know
i am a hostage in this political mess
You want to know why my names are song?
you want to know why i wroite all day on the internet for you
to spread the word
for the humbled the spiritual
the famous?
Its because
ima hostage whose freedom is at arms reach
and if my country does the wrong thing
then back i go to be tortured in the mental institute
and if my country doesnt make yours happy
then off goes my television and the music i must stop listening to
now you know what i am
now you know waht i am going through
so spread the word
call amnesty international
for the protest i am
make something out of yourself as i mention education should be free
wether or not this land has been claimed
as its a toicking tiome bomb of territories expanding
of silent wars no one knows
hard rock and worse off
and all ican do is silently cry these tears
poor me its my best alibi
for when i cry wpolf to the angels far away on motor bikes or not
i can only hope they come ot my aid
and free me from this nightmare im living
and hear my plea
and shelter me and allow me to slide to the place im afraid to be
The head doctor has my freedom under his thumb
and if you dont stop blowing up his country
many peoiple like me will be annointed as insane to return back to the place we fear the most
back to the shackles and chains
as the hostages we are
and you americans will start your terrorism of games over the screens of propoganda
you don't think affects me
so look for me
hear me
see the methods of my madness
the spectacle i am
dressing up walking in circles screamin gpraying
marking my deathwish
praying hoping
waiting
someone please anyone
dont you see
if it was you i just might care
Why is the world on my shoulders
and for how long?
some politicians wont give me the power to do the right thing as i am their toy now
and here i am punished for your actions
never to return
never to cry another selfless tear
your silent wars i will make loud
and if you keep fighting
if you keep terrorising me
if you dont come to my aid
your nations will fall
and i will die laughing
but ewither way its not my happy ending
who is a psychiatrist
he holds the freedom of many patients in his hands
and off you go
bombing his home land
little do you know
i am a hostage in this political mess
You want to know why my names are song?
you want to know why i wroite all day on the internet for you
to spread the word
for the humbled the spiritual
the famous?
Its because
ima hostage whose freedom is at arms reach
and if my country does the wrong thing
then back i go to be tortured in the mental institute
and if my country doesnt make yours happy
then off goes my television and the music i must stop listening to
now you know what i am
now you know waht i am going through
so spread the word
call amnesty international
for the protest i am
make something out of yourself as i mention education should be free
wether or not this land has been claimed
as its a toicking tiome bomb of territories expanding
of silent wars no one knows
hard rock and worse off
and all ican do is silently cry these tears
poor me its my best alibi
for when i cry wpolf to the angels far away on motor bikes or not
i can only hope they come ot my aid
and free me from this nightmare im living
and hear my plea
and shelter me and allow me to slide to the place im afraid to be
The head doctor has my freedom under his thumb
and if you dont stop blowing up his country
many peoiple like me will be annointed as insane to return back to the place we fear the most
back to the shackles and chains
as the hostages we are
and you americans will start your terrorism of games over the screens of propoganda
you don't think affects me
so look for me
hear me
see the methods of my madness
the spectacle i am
dressing up walking in circles screamin gpraying
marking my deathwish
praying hoping
waiting
someone please anyone
dont you see
if it was you i just might care
Why is the world on my shoulders
and for how long?
some politicians wont give me the power to do the right thing as i am their toy now
and here i am punished for your actions
never to return
never to cry another selfless tear
your silent wars i will make loud
and if you keep fighting
if you keep terrorising me
if you dont come to my aid
your nations will fall
and i will die laughing
but ewither way its not my happy ending
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Hostage of your silent war crying for help(queen`s Bench)
Hostage of your silent war crying for help(queen`s Bench)
