[ Featuring Taxes ]
I chose a square foot of wooded earth
And called it home
Though growth of impatience and promise of sweeter fruits
I left alone
Yeah, I ran away once as a child
When I got to the corner
I sat and wondered where to go
And from whom had I escaped
If I had to run away from the anger within?
And damned to hell be all the heated lusts
That burn in me
For end of a promise and breach of a sacred trust
The end of me
(Visions show me the way)
I run away once in a while
When I get where I'm going
(For I'm seeking out my call)
My stance is strengthened for every step
(I am there)
So I pause, and then I move on
(Come my way)
And though it's sometimes full of hate
I feel like going
(My way out)
Home
