Ails

Ails

Limp
(album: Limp)

Well these walls they might hold me
And the rules, they might mold me
But it´s all they told me what I´d be
Well the time is passing
And my crime forgotten
And by now, you´d think I could leave

And all I know is part of the show
The show is all there is to me
And all I am is where I stand
You´re just too far to see

See the cells I live in
Make the shell I´ve been given
Painted red, these skin-colored walls
Well the bars they hold me
And the scars my trophies
And by far it´s only the start

Your blue skies gray around here
Winter burns, stones won´t turn
Cycle frozen
Your day is night around here
And still I yearn for the day
When I learn there´s a way
Out of here