Amigara Fault
You feel so left out
You just want a place in life
A slot to fit in
A place to call home
Deeper and deeper
A guttural beacon of hope
Deep in the cliff side
In the warmth of the earth
Do you feel it
Heed your calling
Be something bigger
Than another dead end
A cutting room idea
Killed by autocracy
This will cause rifts
Divide the sea
But it's better off marching forward
Than staying in the grave
We all gotta find our groove
Even if it means solitude
Little gained from being dead
Than a false sense of dignity
The past will always have its guards
Custodians of "proper" faith
Time to leave them there
And carve out a new legacy
Autor(es): Misery Addict
