In no ordinary cellar found
Heard of course, from underground
A special compound, in manacles bound
Mine is but a home.
Back to where I slave each day
Tossed aside, luck has it's way
Tis the season, or so they say
Just for what it's worth.
Wounded, the pain, now so much greater
Store it away, reserve it for later
The pressure builds, myth or dictator
Pinch me to awaken.