You are no more here Than I am there. Keep the red bugs for yourself. I don't want to be there Trapped in this plaster box. I have the key, I just need to learn how to use it. Freedom has its price, One that puts us in chains. I would rather be roaming the world, Releasing inexplicable emotion, Feeling the rawness of humanity. To see it at its best and its worst. But where i am, my keeper wont let The worst come and teach me a lesson.