For the land of the outside is not apart of me.
For the sky and the moon and the fire is what drags me away
A temporary pleasure
To be taken away from the sky,
And back to the land I hate.
Back to the land I hate
Back to the land thats not apart of me
Back to the land of the south
Back to the land of the lord
Back to the land of the free
Back to the land of the real
Away from the land that is apart of me
Away from the land of the imagination
Away from the land of the molded
Stripped away from the artist
And that of the outcast
All is left is naked insecurities.