Pictures of dead people I know are smiling and are so full of life hanging on my wall reminding me to seize this day, because it's not cliche, and it won't come again.
I can't stand this prison with bars made out of numbers and equations I need to escape Give me an iron spoon So I can dig my way out Give me a sleeping pill So I can put the guard to sleep Steal the key Unlock the door Set me free C'mon, bell Hurry up and ring!