The Black Cauldron
If you ever ask me where the hell did I come from
And why am I different from everyone else of my kin
I would answer you that's because I was born in a cauldron
Not everyone feels this way but that's how I often think
Some sing of vast empty plains some sing of snowy mountains
Some sing of flowers coming to bloom in May
But I will tell you of spirit that lives in panel apartments
And of those who survives there despite all sorrow and pain
That's how these souls are being brewed that's how our enviroment forms them
My land is one little town, where all streets are identical
And if you look closely you'll see that we live in cauldrons
Of dirty old yards silent crusaders we become
Where summers are cold and winters are even colder
Few survive but those few are the ones who could see the light
Yeah my land is a cauldron
My land is a big black cauldron
I'm not perfect but see I'm the one of us who survived
In experiments set by forces
Some unknown forces
Sometimes good sometimes bad
But mostly just lone and sad
Hear us carry our speech
Our power is in our voices
Even now there is something I wish you could understand
Sleep my singer
I wish you to sleep once without a struggle
Carried up and away by the tide of unending spring
Cannot figure it out
All I have behind is a trouble
And my soul is a poison that nobody wants to drink
But at least now there is a path and a light to hold on
Even though I'm a mess
Even though my verses are shame
I remember the one who carried me out from the cauldron
I remember the moment he looked at me when I came