They say its for our future
They say its for the better
They say its meant to set us right
But do they realize,
That were putting up a fight?

The building is the jail
The classrooms are our cells
And we,
Are the criminals

But of what crime?
Is youth our punishment
If so,
Could we meet death?

Forget this hell
In which the flames are sharp
With every word they speak
These devils make us weak

The inmates beside us
All tough and cruel
Or only do they seem

Behind their masks
Are their broken tears
With the pain of this hell
Which we hoped wasn't real

And then they say
This is for you my dear
With lies they fill up our ears

Yet,
One day i hope
That i can be set free
Either by my time
Or by a friend i have longed to greet

Death, my dear
Set me free
Before they take me away
And refine me

Into one of them
Who have no sense of individuality
For they have gone through this jail
Which they call reality

But for us,
It always is,
And always will be
The prison of a youth