I hate this place,
I wish I could die,
I stare myself in the face,
The one asking me why.

Why is the question,
But who knows the answer,
The anticipation,
Is killing me like Cancer.

Why should I have to be sent here,
Sent here to be tortured,
Will I die in fear?
Well I know I'll die for sure.

This place people call home,
Well I, I call it Hell,
It's my suffocating tomb,
It's their Liberty Bell.

Let freedom ring,
They say,
Please hear my screams,
I pray.

The little kids,
They play.
I wish they'd all just go away.

Belligerent,
You may call me,
Diligence,
Still won't set you free.

Soon you'll see with your own eyes,
The price you pay to touch the skies.

Your Liberty Bell is broken in Hell,
But don't worry,
I won't tell,
Tell the day,
The day it fell.

 
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