Talk like you can’t feel,
think like that’s all you can do.

The control isn’t real, yet you wait for a hand to prove it to you.

And you hear silence at its loudest, but you’re sitting there listening.

What the bars are made of barely matters, unless you’re a part of its thickening.

Afraid to breathe?
Yet you find comfort in the dark

You tell yourself it’s better that way,

So stay a hostage, but remember you’ll forget how freedom talks.