Post by Todd on Apr 23, 2006 1:51:48 GMT -5
I ahve yet to put music to it.......i think it speaks for itself lyrically............
Starved
words and music: Pope
copyright 2006 popenotes music (ASCAP) arr.
Alone in this room i sit and wait
for my death to come
no escape, no way out of this
tragic situation
No food and no water i'm sapped
of all my strength
I wonder how long i'll last before
this room becomes my grave
As each day passes I reflect upon the
life i've lived
I was a perfect child and never
did anything bad
Still that doesn't change the fact
that this happened to me
A prisoner in my own home
a victim of their generousity
slowly put to death - a little everyday
i cry out to god - because i have no strength to pray
who are they to torment me - incessantly
my dying wish - is to know they suffered like me
As i start to get weaker my
vision becomes blurred
i can't even stand up on my own
and my speech is slurred
I slink around on the floor
looking for anything to eat
Will i be missed when i'm gone?
I hope god hasn't forgotten about me!
slowly put to death - a little everyday
i cry out to god - because i have no strength to pray
who are they to torment me - incessantly
my dying wish - is to know they suffered like me
Alone in this room i sit and wait
for my death to come
i wonder what it was i did
that was so damn wrong
as I lose consciousness and
start to drift away
I let out my last breath
and make this place my grave
slowly put to death - a little everyday
i cry out to god - because i have no strength to pray
who are they to torment me - incessantly
my dying wish - is to know they suffered like me
Starved
words and music: Pope
copyright 2006 popenotes music (ASCAP) arr.
Alone in this room i sit and wait
for my death to come
no escape, no way out of this
tragic situation
No food and no water i'm sapped
of all my strength
I wonder how long i'll last before
this room becomes my grave
As each day passes I reflect upon the
life i've lived
I was a perfect child and never
did anything bad
Still that doesn't change the fact
that this happened to me
A prisoner in my own home
a victim of their generousity
slowly put to death - a little everyday
i cry out to god - because i have no strength to pray
who are they to torment me - incessantly
my dying wish - is to know they suffered like me
As i start to get weaker my
vision becomes blurred
i can't even stand up on my own
and my speech is slurred
I slink around on the floor
looking for anything to eat
Will i be missed when i'm gone?
I hope god hasn't forgotten about me!
slowly put to death - a little everyday
i cry out to god - because i have no strength to pray
who are they to torment me - incessantly
my dying wish - is to know they suffered like me
Alone in this room i sit and wait
for my death to come
i wonder what it was i did
that was so damn wrong
as I lose consciousness and
start to drift away
I let out my last breath
and make this place my grave
slowly put to death - a little everyday
i cry out to god - because i have no strength to pray
who are they to torment me - incessantly
my dying wish - is to know they suffered like me