In the darkness where I live and move.
Where shadows have nothing to prove.
I see inside the empty stares;
Where no one loves and no one cares.
I’ve come to where I understand
the place of pain that was my Native Land.

Oh! Native Land so sweet my pain,
You've cleansed my soul with endless rain.
You kissed my lips, then gouged my eyes;
Made love to me where Dreamers die.
Alone, betrayed, ripped and scarred;
My joy was stolen; my heart was starved.

Oh! Native Land of hell’s own child
You've called my "normal ", insane and wild.
My pregnant soul, stillbirth begotten;
Was left behind and so soon forgotten.
Where in the darkness did dreams unfold;
Then slowly died and stank of mold.

There amongst the living dead
Vulgarities were lived not just said.
I found some strength deep down inside,
And saw it swell like the rising tide.
I pulled the weapon from its closet shelf.
Then next to my note I placed my wealth.

Oh! Native Land of hells untold,
As I dropped the note it did unfold.
It spoke my truths, my history
Of joy destroyed, of misery.
I cocked the hammer, so sweet its sound.
My freedom and release soon to be found.

Complete in silence I sat down to wait
While in curiosity did I anticipate.
Will it hurt? Or will time just pass?
Then a thunderous roar! – Ah, an end at last.
My Native Land I’ve left you behind
My birth so wrong; my end so kind.

“Here lies our son!”, the preacher cried.
Then praise was given by them who lied.
“We knew him well!” “We loved him so!”
On and on these liars go.
They smile, they laugh and they all shake hands;
But I have left them all in my Native Land.

The sun sets slowly on my Native Land.
Yet no one cares nor gives a damn!
But the unnoticed and forgotten ones
With blood-soaked beds and smoking guns;
Or jars of pills spilled on their floors,
Have also stumbled through these Gothic doors.

My neighbors here, escapees all;
Were idols once, but born to fall.
And the abused children and the battered wives
Or the deformed, the ugly and those with tortured lives;
We all are one; we understand,
The different hells of our Native Lands.

The End