Stuck inside these four gray walls, Time no longer speaks or calls. One day it runs, another it crawls, It’s all the same behind these walls. Shade of grayish white turns black, In the dark, there's no way back. Bleakest thoughts begin to breed, Willpower bows to systemic need. I’m talking to these four cold walls, Hoping that they hear my calls! Listen to my final pleas— Wailing as the teardrops fall! Yeah, we're living in these four walls. I’ve grown to know each plaster flaw, The deepest cracks along the floor. Are the bumps now feeling rougher? How much longer must we suffer? Memory fades, a distant shore. Bars that hold the golden cage, Faint song fading with my age. Wish to fly, to break away, "But freedom where?" I hear you say. Not in the land where the red blood flows, Not in the dust where the dead bone blows. No shelter where the onyx cries, And pale pearls mask the darkest lies. So I stay. Yeah, I stay. Talking to these four cold walls, Hoping that they hear my calls! Listen to my final pleas— Wailing as the teardrops fall! Yeah, we're living in these four walls. Hoping life no longer stalls, Counting days until it ends. By heaven's will or my own hands, For now, I live within these walls. Four walls... Just these four walls.
