stuck behind a cloud that's overcasting
in a shadow that seems to be everlasting
I try to find the sun, but it's well hidden
I try to hear my thoughts with music blasting

behind a wall that's half a mile thick
made out of glass instead of paste and brick
I'm quiet as a mouse, small as a kitten
no one hears the screams inside my lips

beneath a slab of concrete, I've been buried
been missing for a week, false stories carried
and although many versions have been written
they're all made up, and not very well varied