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„ NAMELESS HARE „
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Tired of the pain that I’ve been feeling, I'm no longer seeking healing, but waiting for salvation Breaking every chain of this mental tribulation Strapped down tight in the doctor’s chair, A frozen face, a pale sheet of white from the sudden scare. Left at the mercy of their cold experiments, Just a nameless hare in the laboratory, paying for their rents. They line their pockets with the pieces of a childhood soul, While the mother stands in silence, letting them take control. Do you not see this little soul? To them it’s just a dollar sign, a body to control. Looking at the sky, no more staring at the ceiling, Tired of the pain that I’ve been feeling, I'm no longer seeking healing, but waiting for salvation Standing strong and firm inna this creation. Do you not see this little soul? A mother's eyes are looking away, while they play the monster's role. Years went by and I was too young to understand, Why no one ever reached out to hold my trembling hand. Tell me, how is this child ever supposed to learn to trust, When the ones who should protect you, … … turn your world to dust? Do you not see this little soul? They trade a childhood for the gold, and greed has won the whole. So, what can I do? Just crying, FORSAKEN. A young SOUL is taken. I repressed every memory, even changed my own name, Trying to escape from the shadows and the shame. But the past always catches up, no matter how far you run, And you face the bitter truth of what they have done. Now I see the reflection in the laboratory cage, The crying of the innocent, the sorrow and the rage. No identity left, just a number on the side... Just a nameless hare... that died. And you recognize the truth that you always knew: You were that NAMELESS hare... … that DIED inside that ROOM. Do you not see this little soul? Tied to the table, losing control. Blinded by money, heart turned to coal. So, what can i do? What can i do? Just crying, FORSAKEN. A young SOUL is taken.