Quirky, Observational, theatrical.
Words and music written by Elder
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The light upon the wall taints the stale air
With an ugly grey that seems to hold bad smells
It ain’t quite bright enough for me to see where
I’m shuffling around on the dusty floors of hell
I settle down to something sweet and sickly
Through the grey the dust and smell hold a form
I squint my eyes in hope that it’s the doorway
But it starts to move and stirs the grease and brown
I can’t get out of this dark place
It could never get darker than this
No sign of the sun or moon rising
Keep me alive this place feels like death
Cats in traps and dogs hung out on rusty chains
I can here them howl at the smell of something strange
They smell halitosis off a breath that’s bile and whiskey
Whispers all around in my mind I’m so deranged
I can’t get out of this dark place
It could never get darker than this
No sign of the sun or moon rising
Keep me alive this place feels like death
I hear pitter patter of someone else’s feet in here
Come join me we’ll make a grand escape
There must be millions of you like me
You just don’t dare to make a sound
Come join me we’ll make an army
No dead soldiers walk this ground tonight
I can’t get out of this dark place
It could never get darker than this
No sign of the sun or moon rising
Keep me alive this place feels like death
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