Get Sent Away

Six years ago,
This rotting fruit
Began to grow and grow.
We are all paying for the sins of our fathers.
The bells keep ringing
With the rising of the waters.
Till we all get sent away
And there is no place to stay.

Six years ago,
We lost the script,
But kept up with the show.
Our appetites just grew and grew,
Till there wasn't a horror
We wouldn't send our children through.
Till we all get sent away,
What price won't we pay?

Six years ago,
We locked up the windows
And let pile up the freezing snow.
The weights keep piling on,
Till with breaking in our backs
We point fingers at whose wrong,
And cry they get sent away.
Just let us play.