A Strange Land

       I've stepped into Nowhere,
       'Cause I've tried to mend.
       My life hasn't over
       In this strangest land.

       I often imagine
       That I'm like a bird
       Who flew in a heaven
       But now it's got caught.

       The days pass in silence
       And stick to the wall.
       I don't like their likeness,
       I hate them at all.

       The moody depression
       Will wet by the rain.
       The bitch with oppresion
       Will whine from the chain.

       Chorus:
       Oh, what's the ridiculous danger -
       I live but I cannot conform.
       The stranger, I'm really the stranger,
       And noone can help me and warm.

       Then will be the morrow
       With tender and pride.
       So why do I sorrow
       And cry through the night?

       The planet sleeps cosy
       And warms with the wraps.
       But roes moans so noisy
       In those mortal traps...

       Chorus.