The gnomes in the free’s, they tap on my window
I tell them that it’s late, but they continue to stay
T don’t want to play, not tomorrow, not today
I would like for them to just go back to their trees
They only bother me when they throw thoughts from the frees
I’ve already tried to give them what they want
I have found that they are liars and they constantly pry
Always asking questions and giving me directions
I don’t want to juggle knives but they keep on insisting
They tell me theirs a reason, but to say would be treason
Fine, little gnome, you persistent little drone,
I’ll give you what you want if you’ll just leave me alone
I learn to juggle knives…Its actually kind of fun…
Finally they tell me…I’ve been chosen for a mission
First, I must promise to keep them a secret
or It would endanger my family…
They tell me of the mission, I strain so hard to listen
When they are finished I couldn’t believe all of the bad bad
Things they could see
I agree to help and to keep them a secret
I am so lucky to be chosen by the secret tree gnomes
My mission is classified I let them move indoors
They are my companions…at night they guard the doors
My family can’t see but I understand…
I can’t tell them anyways…
It would ruin the plan.
I train in the night when all are sleeping.
The tree gnomes tell me that sleeping is for the weak
During the day I sleep if I can..
Woken by mother who just doesn’t understand
Mom and Dad tell me I’m getting worse.
I see it in their eyes…I’m a burdensome curse
I can’t work because of the voices…
I’ve done some things, made some bad choices
But now it’s okay because of the gnomes
My family will see once the plan is complete
They will be so proud…
I would tell them now but it would put them in danger
The gnomes reassure me that it will all be better soon
Tonight is the night my mission is soon
I have all the items and I’m locked in my room
Thank you kind gnomes for all of your help
The moment is now…
I am ready to travel
I have the knives around my waste and I’m in position
I know how to travel because I’ve really listened
The tree gnomes are smiling, it’s time to travel.
They are chanting my name as I climb on the dresser
I will see my family when I return
They will be so proud, I’m a warrior they’ll learn
I wave goodbye to MY EMPTY ROOM
Jump off the dresser, the noose tightens so soon
I CAN’T BREATH, I CAN’T BREATH
WHY DIDN’’T I TRAVEL?
CHOKING I SEE ALL THE GNOMES
LAUGHING…CACKLING
I don’t understand why are they laughing, I’m Dying
I’m Dying, and they are just Laughing
My Parents break in but it was to late
My dead body dangles with knives around my waste.