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Fly, Fly, Fly Away

Uh/ yo/ yeah alright look it’s like this uh/
This torment and torture is driving me to near murder
There’s no time to nurture my wounds/
And my future is no longer visible when
I close my eyes at night/
I’m forced to fight the pain from these leather lashings
And these Satanic clashings/
As a revel in the darkness where my rival demons dwell/
And I think I just succumbed to their motherfucking spell because
All of a sudden I don’t wanna leave this fucking hell/
Even though this Plantation
Is nothing but a one-way pay station to Heaven/
It’s enough for me to leaven the burden on my family
Who mainly keep me going humanly/
And subtly remind me that suddenly someday
This will all just be a fading memory/
Like Henry Ford’s auto company being built in Detroit/
I’m about to exploit the true parameters of this matter/
Even if it turns me into a monster I’ll become a martyr/
At least I’ll get an early departure from this grind
And a chance to clear my fucking mind because these

CHORUS
These days and nights don’t ever end/
We’ll keep working until we’re dead
Sun up to sun down, we grind our asses to the ground/
Take our beatings and never make a sound
Searchin’ for the day those shackles will set us free/
And we can fly, fly, fly away/
But until that day/
These days and nights don’t ever end/
We’ll keep workin’ until we’re dead
Take our beatings and never make a sound
Searchin’ for the day we can
Fly, fly, fly away/

And with the way my head is heading right now/
The shit’ll be gone before the next daylight is found/
And I ain’t tryna sound too profound or cry you a river/
I’m just reaching out
Hoping I can find a sliver of hope
To gasp onto while I’m out here dying/
I’m playing with fire and there’s no surrender
Its dragging me under/
And I just hope you can understand my need
To find dry land while I’m in the middle of the ocean/
I’m getting sick from the motion
And all this commotion in my head is making me bend
I’m about to break/
Because I thought this place was supposed to be my home
But it’s nothing like I’ve ever known/
The door was never open and the vibe was never warming
It should have a more alarming warning/
Because now I just wish I was back in Copenhagen
And spending the evening with the one person
Who gives my life its fucking meaning/
Because this place I’m living in is nothing like the dreams
I was seeing when I was sleeping/
And all its doing is stealing my identity and clouding my clarity/
I need to find some peace and serenity quickly before
I start to lose my fucking sanity because/

CHORUS
These days and nights don’t ever end/
We’ll keep working until we’re dead
Sun up to sun down, we grind our asses to the ground/
Take our beatings and never make a sound
Searchin’ for the day those shackles will set us free/
And we can fly, fly, fly away/
But until that day/
These days and nights don’t ever end/
We’ll keep workin’ until we’re dead
Take our beatings and never make a sound
Searchin’ for the day we can
Fly, fly, fly away/

And I’m done with this graceless heart
So tonight I’m gonna cut it out and hit restart/
Because I’ve been so fucking blind
That I could never leave this past behind/
And if every demon wants its pound of flesh
Why the fuck am I always dragging that horse around/?
My love of my life has been past off in the pasture
It’s such a mournful sound/
So tonight I’m gonna burn this fucking shit to the ground/!
Because I just can’t take this
This place controlling me running every second of my life/
So I’ma finally say goodbye and walk away
But then the very next day/
I find myself right back in its motherfucking arms
Slaving away killing myself for this fucking
Cotton Farm/
And there is no charming chime in these trying times
For me to relish/
Just raping and beatings for me to embellish/
How the hell did I ever end up in a place so hellish/
That it could completely abolish my mind, body, and soul
And leave me a mess and a fucking black hole/?
But I know that if I pull that trigger
The whole story of my life’s journey will never be worthy of being reported/
And I could never let myself be defeated
By these fucking ignorant succubus’s
And I know that

 CHORUS
These days and nights don’t ever end/
We’ll keep working until we’re dead
Sun up to sun down, we grind our asses to the ground/
Take our beatings and never make a sound
Searchin’ for the day those shackles will set us free/
And we can fly, fly, fly away/
But until that day/
These days and nights don’t ever end/
We’ll keep workin’ until we’re dead
Take our beatings and never make a sound
Searchin’ for the day we can
Fly, fly, fly away/
Written by Pho3nix19xx
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