Old lady's playing with oranges and the art of making hamstars.
Lyrics
All I want is out of here
I was born into this home against my will
She rolls it/me around like an orange in her hands
Drowning out my endless fear
Like I had a choice
So take all the things and the dreams I gave you
I hope to God they'll save you
No I don't need another chance for saviour
I've done all that I came for
Nowhere or nowhere seems so near
How long must I walk alone
When will the boredom finally claim my soul
Oh Lord please call me home
One more line and it'll all be clear
Living/Breathing/Waiting/hoping just to be undone
So I'll say a little prayer for disenchanted
maybe they will find what I have not
