what the music feels like

when I take you down to Strawberry Street, would you take them down? would you do this for me?

I was just a baby when they took what I need, and if you set it free, you'll see blood in the street.

strawberry trees, what a sweet, sick dream. Blood-red stains leave underneath.

when I take you down to Strawberry Street, would you take them out? would you do this for me?

they made us pray, someone make them pay. but our bodies were free, souls stuck in-between.

the rattle in the leaves says set us free.

when you find yourself on Strawberry Street, would you give it to them? would you do this for me?

I was just a baby when they took what I need. and if you set it free, you'd spill blood on the street.

they made us play. so won't you make them pay? say our bodies aren't free, souls stuck underneath.

the whispers in the leaves plead, set us free.

when you find no such thing as strawberry trees, would you say we're naive, too easily deceived?

I was just a child, between [cult/caught] and [cult/caught]. the story is not unique, we're lost in every street.