The end is here.

When I saw them all coming up the hill,
crying in two's, I was standing still,
with your hand on my mouth
and a good place to hide.
Was it a promise if its what you once meant?

Slavery's dead and I'm all alone
stuck on my back while I carry my home.
A slurred match of strength
I didn't say a word.
It was the first time I really felt free.

Get your hand out of your mouth,
start pulling some strings,
and sing.

Get out of your house
its just meant for sleep,
Stay awake inside your dreams.