Slave - 32 Leaves

Sick of all the bullshit

I wonder if we

Got enough to start our own army

Sick of all the spindle

I wonder indeed

If Satan’s sitter sends are we

One day should we learn to pardon

Safe inside we’ll be

With no more lost from all this talking

Of god damned misery

I will never be your slave

I can point my finger too

I won’t ever say your name

From any other point of view

Sick of being the puppet

I’m held up by strings

With one move to put me where they please

Sick of all the shamble

I wonder what would be

If one day we all should come unleashed

I will never be your slave

I can point my finger too

I won’t ever say your name

From any other point of view

I will never be your slave

I can pull the trigger too

I won’t ever say your name

From any other point of view

One day should we learn to pardon

Safe inside we’d be

With no more lost from all this talking

Of god damned misery

I will never be your slave

I can point my finger too

I won’t ever say your name

From any other point of view

I will never be your slave

I can pull the trigger too

I won’t ever say your name

From any other point of view

I won’t ever be your slave