searching for static.

if there was a way to get out of here

i would, i would do it in a heartbeat

but escape is never near

when you're glued to your seat.

your mind traps itself, stuck again

suffering from your own defeat

riding a cycle that never ends

come so far to fall out of reach

lately, i'm shaken by myself

i find him to be a person unfamiliar

i shake his hand, and he shakes mine

felt, the hand i'm dealt, similiar.

patterns are just history to me

nothing to make pretend

nothing to believe.

you give something, and something is taken away.

i guess.

more or less.

you could call this equivalent exchange.

but this does not exist.

and neither do I.

everything we see is a lie.

don't see no reason why we need to deny.

you aren't, you are, then you die.

the fate is the same, don't even try.

taken away from reality.

throw myself onto the street.

too poor for shoes, dirty feet.

i could fly, if i had wings.

can you hear this caged bird sing?

some people want it all 

i don't want anything.

i just want to be free.

i just want to be me.

i know something good comes from pain.

there ain't no sunshine

without the rain.

so hold onto this that makes me sane.

help me plan bigger and better things.

remember this on a cloudy day

don't listen to what others have, have to say

you may feel a tad weird and strange

but it's okay, coz' others stay the same.

we all choose the path we pave.

it only leads us to the grave.

slap on the wrist when you misbehave.

if they catch you, then it's back to your cage.

if you have a pen, then write on the page.

if you build The Wall, then what else remains?

If you live to work, then who really gets paid?

If you're working to live, then who gets laid?

Does everything I do leave a stain?

Did everything I know leave my brain?

Do you have a choice in being restrained?

You aren't born subord-inate

so why are you contained?

like a sheep lost in the crowd, you stray.

afraid of your own thoughts that you create.

if you are frustrated with the main frame,

then throw your old life down the drain.

don't give yourself a reason to complain.

i gotta find a way to maintain.

suspect to the lack of what I sustain.

Until that day comes, I will wait.

yeah yeah! yeah yeah

yeah yeah! yeah yeah

everything is okay and im on top of the world

no cares, just me and myself

winning, this game i created

wait a second

this isn't where i've been

now i'm trying not to fit in

just to fit back in

can't even tell where to begin

lost myself to my sin

taken away from it all, rushes away

flood the gates, stay awake

can't go back to sleep, afraid of dreams

nightmares are my only reality

beautifully weaven poetry

a metaphor for lonely

this rain will leak through the ceiling

of this cold and empty house

just myself standing at a window

staring out

how did i get stuck here

where are the doors

they gotta be here

falling through the floor

the cracks open up to me

and then they start to speak

you can get outta here

but it won't be easy

talking to linoleum

listening to tv

watching the radio

playing make believe

in a dollhouse all my own

false function fables my home

it's like i'm searching for static.

won't rest until i find it.

well this may prove problematic.

and now i've got myself blinded.