2 June 2012
Please let me rest
My aching lips
My water's dry
Not a sip
I've been going all day
From morning till night
It's practically slave labour
It just isn't right
The deafening boom
From all sides
Trapped in the middle
Then he decides
It doesn't sound full
This part's lacking
I get chucked in
The hours are stacking
My voice cracks
It is drowned out
Uneven it sounds
The rest can shout
But I can't take it any more
Oh lord above please show me the door.
Band • Opuss № I