songs baby

VERSE 1

Rules, made by fools, they’re their tools,
To keep a grip on the world,
And the way things unfurl,
Even the way that it twirls,
And it doesn’t even know it has an enemy,
Who’s just trying to get free,
From the things that hold him in captivity,
The things that hold his heart down,
Pinned to the ground
And every ones laughing like he’s a clown.
And he knows there’s nought wrong with him,
It’s him who knows the world cant swim,
And he pours out the story of how he was caught unawares,
By anyone who dares to care,
That is if there’s anyone still there.
Still there
That’s if there’s anyone still there.

CHORUS

Now there’s too many rules,
In a land we do not own.
Acting like it’s ours,
Because we do not have a home.
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VERSE 2

Laws are some of the the flaws,
That makes the cause,
Of the scars in my memories,
Locked up with keys,
So they cannot tease,
The thing that I fall back o...