AWAY FROM ALL THE VIOLENCE DISTRUCTION AND PERIL

PROTECTED DAY AND NIGHT THROUGHOUT THE BADDEST OF

WEATHER

WARM IN THE WINTER, COLD IN THE SUMMER DOESN’T

MATTER THE TEMPERTURE, WHATEVER

IT GET’S NO BETTER THAN THIS PLACE

I’M PROTECTED FROM ALL YOU FOOLS, DOESN’T MATTER THE

RACE

SO SECURE IN MY LITTLE COMFORT ZONE

BUT FOR SOME REASON I’M STARTING TO FEEL ALONE

THE AIR IS GETTING THIN

THESE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN

WHAT KIND OF PLACE HAVE I CREATED THIS CANNOT BE TRUE

I THOUGHT I WAS PROTECTING MYSELF, NOW I DON’T HAVE A

CLUE

THESE WALLS ARE SO TALL, SO WIDE, I’M SCARED

SOMEONE LET ME OUT OF HERE SO I CAN BREATHE THE AIR

I THOUGHT BY PUTTING THESE WALLS UP IT WAS A GREAT

DECISION

HOW LITTLE DID I KNOW I HAVE CREATED MY OWN PRISON

FOOLISH AM I, I FEEL EVER SO SMALL

I NEED SOMEONES HELP, PLEASE HELP ME OUT OF THESE

WALLS

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