Story Behind The Song

Was about to leave China and wanted to take my kind friends home with me.

Song Description

Sorry my voice is lame. It's there until I can find a better singer.

Lyrics

Everything was built wrong
Now it's all falling down
The cry of the crushed
Is a sound that gets drowned

Crucifying some children
And arming the rest
These cannibals with cartoon faces
Are now eyeing your flesh

I wish hand in hand
We could depart
These blood suckers
Don't deserve your pure heart


The sail's been stripped
For the first dibs bed
The hull's been plyed
To prop up fat heads

This ship is sinking fast
Just ask the slaves below
There's not enough bodies
To plug up the holes

I wish hand in hand
We could depart
These thug king crowners
Don't deserve your pure heart


It's not like we didn't stand up
To remedy this mess
But when we offered empathy and a fixit hand
Pulled back 8 fingers less

So say your prayers
And scale that great barbed wall
We're on the other side
Where warm beds will break your fall


And you must stay strong
Until you can depart
All those giggly wrist cutters
Don't deserve your pure heart

In that wisened land
We'll never be apart
I've told everyone your coming,
and they've built a child's room for your heart