me and our world sit inside a prison cell with freedom in your mind in hope for light to shine through walls no chance for those who stay blind waiting for better days to come making time pass quickly, beating the drum running from the light which never hides history repeats because we don´t learn the lesson the walls close up with a new age coming me and our world sit inside a prison cell with freedom in your mind the ground reappears along with the ceiling and the light is always there waiting for better days to come making time pass quickly, beating the drum banging on the walls leaves echos but no sound almost touching the ceiling cannot feel the ground only from darkness leaps hate