Save The Children
Sole Lyrics

Thank God I never made it to Earth, what a happy place
I am grateful that I wasn't born on Earth, which seems to be a joyous place

how I long to be depressed, to be a grouch, get away
I wish to feel sadness and bitterness so that I can escape from reality

Here I stand in the desert sands
I find myself standing in a desert surrounded by sand

There I lay in a dust storm, brain storms
I am laying in the midst of a storm, both physically and mentally

Some day we may form a massive collective mind with no bandages
Perhaps in the future we will be able to come together without any barriers or hindrances

I kneel down to fantasy of what is real
I bow down to illusions which I perceive as being true

Thus far the only signs of freshness I came across upon this quest was nothingness
I have not come across anything new or refreshing on my journey so far, just emptiness

possessed to find truth at all costs elementally
I am obsessed with finding the truth regardless of the cost, it's a fundamental desire

I walk a thin line of good and evil coincidentally
I am walking a tightrope between what society deems as good and evil without intention

We all believe in god and nature and higher levels
Most of us have faith in God, nature and superior entities

Yet we dwell with devil's machinery in lower levels of raped scenery
But we still choose to live in a world dominated by evil, in the midst of damaged landscapes

It's seemingly endless demeaning and mindless, we're friendless and meaningless
It feels like it will never end, we are degraded, lifeless and lacking meaningful relationships

Living in darkness walking with candles
We are living in a perpetual darkness, and the only illumination comes from the candles we hold

And while I'm on the subject of difference is lame
As I am talking about the topic of individuality, I realize how absurd it is

I've noticed the more things change the more things stay the same
I've come to the realization that even with change, things rarely get better

It's hopeless to go against the grain while new to this
It's futile to resist the norm when you're new in a situation

Till I'm menopaused and then ejected from the uterus
Until I go through menopause and am then expelled from my mother's womb

And I've seen so far into the night
I have witnessed the depth of darkness and its power

And lingered in the land of no night
And remained in a place where there's no light or hope

Day two I've left the earth and all is alien and foreign
On the second day of my journey, I'm no longer on Earth and everything is unfamiliar

Females are wailing and I'm swimming in a cest pool
I hear women crying and I find myself swimming in a cesspool

It ain't dark no more, no more worth the fight
It's no longer dark, but it's still not worth the battle

My old candles turn to sunglasses, I can't stand the light
My prior sources of light have become something to avoid, and I can't tolerate brightness anymore

Yet I can't stand the rain these bodies I live with are numb
I also can't stand the rain, and the people around me seem emotionless and detached

And I can't stand the pain these children I play with are dumb
I can't handle the agony, and the kids around me seem foolish and innocent

A figure points a finger and whispers, 'leave'
A mysterious person points at me and whispers, 'go away'

This small porcelain tomb It will be all I will have achieved
This small coffin is my only accomplishment

And I refuse to be excrement dash to the left and to try to and break for my life
I won't allow myself to be worthless, and I'll run to escape danger

A large hand grabs me now, there's no escape
A hand that's too big to fight off takes hold of me, and I can't get away

I'm thrown into a whirlpool, spinning until infinity
I'm flung into a whirlpool and swirl endlessly

Grasping for an oxygen breath, but I don't breath that yet
I'm gasping for air, but I can't breathe yet

Inhale the H20 and thank life I'm still living breath
I breathe in water and am thankful for being alive and breathing

Giving death a hell of a run until the movement stops
I'm fighting for my life until the moment I die

Bubble to the surface almost dead ass out
I manage to swim to the surface, almost dead and exhausted

Starving cold and alone until I pass out
I'm hungry, freezing, and isolated, and eventually faint

Living ain't all that, I want to go back to non-existence
Life isn't everything it's cracked up to be, and I yearn to return to non-existence

The womb was not meant to be a tomb, but once I've gone the distance
The womb was never meant to be a grave, but once I'm born, I'm on my own

Won't sleep to see revenge for my dead sibling, I miss her
I won't rest until I've avenged my deceased sister who I miss dearly

I watched my brother be impaled as I held the hand of my sister
As I held my sister's hand, I witnessed my brother get pierced in the stomach

Kissed her when she was void
I gave my sister a kiss before she passed away

Missed the missile, I'm docile
I evaded the missile, and now I'm submissive

Amongst dead soil and fossil till I'm deployed
I'll stay among the remains of other living things until I'm sent somewhere else

None of it ever happened
It all seems like a made-up story

As far as I'm concerned I'm barred
As far as I'm aware, I'm restricted

Should've died months ago in the condom and this wouldn't have been so hard
It would have been easier if I had died in the condom many months ago

Should'nt of, but it's not that way
But I didn't die in the condom, so it's not like that

I fought that way
I struggled against the current path, but failed to change it

I lay until I no longer thought that way
I stayed down until I no longer had the energy to fight

None of this was worth the fight, I should have been disposed
All of this wasn't worth the trouble, and I should have been discarded

At night time, laying only half of the trash can
At night, I lay halfway inside a trash can

Not white trash in a trailer park or a dismembered rash
I'm not an impoverished person living in a mobile home, nor am I covered in a skin rash

lashing utter last sole member of a coathanger tailored art
I'm the last member of a more refined world, where coats were custom-made and hung

With no formed identity blanketed by newspapers
Without an established identity, I'm concealed by a shield of newspapers

Remedy be levity, life be the penalty
The cure for my suffering is to indulge in humor, but existence is still the punishment

This body in a mask grow fast carry out the masquerade
My disguised body ages quickly as it continues the performance

I lay in the cut to hear lies, pawns, peons, and tricks of this trade
I stay hidden to hear people's deception and manipulation tactics

In this eon let me be on and beyond the next decade
I wish to be present and relevant in this era and the next ten years

There I stayed remain of flux to be another child saved
And there I remain, always changing, hoping to save another child

outro chorus
The chorus is repeated as the song fades out