"Yellow Turned to Red Brick Road"
Let me walk a yellow brick
Road; A quater in each eye.
I can't see now, but I will.
When the lion's heart falls
To the limbo of his own
And he coughs blood upon
The rusting tin man...
I will be waiting for death,
As the crows fight back
And strattigise against
A thoughtless bale of hay.
So give me your two cents,
Because I miss my sight.
I miss my last glimpse
Before the black forrest
Turned ugly and swallowed
Hard against my wrists.
So please, give it to me.
Hate me now you bitch...
But give me sight
To dance the flames,
You owe me atleast that.
The giggles tickled
My feet but only for brisk jog;
So much for power
In numbers, because I
Ran short of fingers
Along that quivering stroll.
So please, spare some change...
Kansas kissed me goodnight,
And the wind packed me away
In a barbed wire duffle bag.
So please... Some change?
I-I, I just want to see again,
That's all I ever wanted.
Please, give me perception
In this ever dark world...
Give me the ability to see
This shimmering sea of yellow
Before it turned to red brick road.
Please... HURRY!
... Because hell is in the winds.
Please, let me see them come.