Confined, to the needle and thread
Relieved, it is out of their hands
What gives you the right
To take away a life?
One Third, of my people are dead
Not righteous, they did not get a chance
Looking for number one
So far, this SLED has pulled me through
Scissors cut, a place that would have torn you
Lovely tales, no memory can hold
Relieved, it is out of their hands
What gives you the right
To take away a life?
One Third, of my people are dead
Not righteous, they did not get a chance
Looking for number one
So far, this SLED has pulled me through
Scissors cut, a place that would have torn you
Lovely tales, no memory can hold