I'm a resident of this place we've all called home at some time
these bars of bone hold my tongue in place but I guess that's fine
Without the constant reminder of how we ended up here
unable to face the world until we face our fears
I'm residing in their library of limited use
the shelves are lined with books and scripture pages blank bindings loose
Not to say I complain I just needed some help
but where's the hardcover wisdom that belongs on the shelves?
The VIP suite is really kind of sweet and yet I'm feeling cold
I know there's others here I feel a common fear I've never seen another soul
The way out diverged in ages of doubt and this tranquility, such sincerity
Should I ever leave?
Got my home on my back and yet I still wait
maybe this is home thinking here alone talking to myself about it
The way out diverged in ages of doubt and this tranquility oh such monotony!
Don't speak they'll listen
leave without a word when the guards are sleeping
leave without a sound when the guards are sleeping not another sound or they'll hear you creeping
Not another sound or they'll hear you creeping
Destiny would have it that tonight we leave