A place of darkness, silence, and death
All around lays the dead bodies of birds and such animals
They are laid upon the ground by the guns of gangs roaming the streets
They are laid upon the ground by the irritation of little brats yelling 24/7
It 's just an ordinary place of an ordinary neighborhood
The land is no waste
It's a land of sugar of taste
God had laid his foot upon this land
And had placed silver statures of unicorn
And Golden statues of Dragons upon this land
It's a place called Hell
A place of torture, solitude, and mischief
It's a place of no freedom
It's like being a slave
Slaved NOT by a white man
But slaved by someone, someone who knows all your secrets
Someone who knows all your weakness, your strength
That someone is yourself
It's like having two minds in one
One demanding for freedom
The other wants nothing but to be left alone
Yea... that's what I call home
A home of darkness but full of hope
A home of silence but full of peace
An empty home of freedom!
