Prisoned Soul

I refuse to let them control what happens..
But I accept what they give me and take the rations.
Dedicating my lonesome time,
I am a prisoner of the soul.

I dedicate my lonesome time..
To contribute to this business that's a crime.
Giving my safety,
I am a prisoner of the soul.

I give my safety..
I risk myself from escaping.
The cell walls surrounding me,
I am a prisoner of the soul.

It all comes down
To one final day
I am bound to death,
Looking for an exit, but there's no way.

Will I die on this surface?
Cold, hard, and flat?
Will I have served my purpose?
My heartbeat stopping like that?

The machine fades away in my head,
My alarm clock playing its role.
I sit up in my in my warm, soft, and bumpy bed
Escaping my prisoned soul.