From blood, water, eyes I opened
To behold me, a captive in this oven,
Through a forlorn dismay, I walk and roam
This house is not fair, but far from home!
Fright; for the ones coming here
Fight; for the ones who are here,
Light; for the ones who left here
Oh Maker! How come me here?
My fate is written on my palm -as said
But when daily the letters get blur, I shed,
For destiny dissolving dully, like a tincture
I shed, for a fading future I can't picture.
Trepidation; for the ones coming here
Allegation; for the ones who are here,
Jubilation; for the ones who left here
Oh Maker! How come me here?
Tears turning tonic, in a cold war zone
Where hunger, anger battle, for a throne,
Into this drilling dungeon, I wish I don't race
I wish I see an escape map, that I can trace.
Hiss; for the ones coming here
Piss; for the ones who are here,
Peace; for the ones who left here
Oh Maker! How come me here??