With the flashes of light of flight or fight
The faces, flashing strobe lights, shining strong
I give no one a familiar sight
Only to show what's the walls hid along

"10/10, mister, life is going fine."
He nods and sees a young, sweet boy to test.
"10/10, miss, feeling just devine."
Loves to bite the hand that once fed out of jest.

And yet, with some forceful convincing words,
I was able to see the world scot-free.
Sheets of paper in the shape of birds
Had surrounded me, as I was released.

With eyes of flame they still lurk over me.
I fear that I'll never be truly free.