A song about the place where I grew up and fled as soon as I was able.
Story behind the song
A song about the place in central California where I grew up that was more or less a toxic environment that left the soul crushed.
Lyrics
When You are born in the land of Greed
In the place where the Orchards Died.
You must pledge to a Creed, with strong beliefs and a will to to survive.
The fate of the child, faced to the dark horizons wild.
If you live by the rules of the man,
you are a slave to his evil plan.
To find escape, within your mind, with others kind, If you can.
If you stay, his mallet fists, you can't resist temptation blind.
In those painted days of Summer,
We found our way to Eden.
With the blasting rays of color, we mined our way to Freedom.
But it all came at cost to our weary souls
And the Man's tainted plan, turned our Gold to coal.
I fought from being a Token.
It was hard not to be lost and broken.
Though I tried to pull you out
Through the most twisted route,
I couldn't stop to see you fall through the hole in the floor that appeared.
To leave you there, it was hard to hear your fading voice through the Door.