Down the hall, through kitchen & stair
Out through the back, my garden grows bare
Trod on the path, on cobble and dirt
A door built-in roots, my brainstem inert
I cannot think, I am not free, true mind is locked behind door in a tree
Bad men are here to take master & me
Now on the run, through thicket & field
I'm all alone & dumbed down I feel
Through forest & swamp, valley & hill
Maybe Dometown has the key to free will
Take it & run, the bad men have come
Climb inside Shell, ride the snail to freedom
I've got to hide in the egg in the sky