Exodus
They let us out but
Wouldn't let them in
So we said Fuck It
and went somewhere better instead.
Strumming the Strings of the Occupied Soul
They let us out but
Wouldn't let them in
So we said Fuck It
and went somewhere better instead.
I had lost my own echo
No-one left to teach me to listen.
I would sing but
the hills
would never sing back.