[Joseph I sit up at night, it's at three or four. drippin' down my knuckles from knockin' skin on drywall. I see a like flashlights under chins, The more I the more it happens again. Damn, victims from '89, their faces on the wall like it's the last time. I'ma see 'em again the time everynight. The wall gets bigger with passin' daylight.
Spanolio] Are closin' in on me? confinin' me of me There's an emptiness that go away.
Yeah, I never that I was right inside my mind, But I'm over time I to climb the walls I'm sure that over I learned to right all of my wrongs. it's right, Four reflectin' my life Every That I sit and the replay.
[Chorus, Bruce] me, These ain't holding me back. They tell me where we at. I'm uncontainable.
me, These walls ain't me back. They can't me where we at. I in control.
Methric] 'em... I can 'em looking at me. I can even hear 'em when I'm trying to sleep. Sometimes they spinning they're just closing in And it's just too much to beat, I win. Don't grin, it ain't funny I set it ablaze I had to burn the whole house to escape that I was burned from my to my feet but it was worth it I went back, I didn't even hurt.
[Joseph One wall surrounds me, no no floor. I started as soon as I stepped through the door. Plain walls, don't let me see a in the paint Or I'm in, and focused I ain't. Clang-bang, I bloody the walls and leave So the next man at least can see thangs. I think of my life every memory Staring the walls of my epitome.
Rouleau] Nothin' but walls, but alright. My to the room in the corner all night. (Even in the darkness) but walls, but it's alright. My back to the room in the all night. (These walls keep watchin' me.) but walls, but it's alright. My back to the room in the all night. (Even in the darkness.) but walls, but it's alright. My to the room in the corner all night.
Lowrey] I always myself starin' into a dark daze, Same place, new age, holes with rage. If they could talk they probably wouldn't say Because I always keep myself locked and such. Just a sheltered life wasted away Like four on a casket being put in a grave. So hours spent looking at nothing, But I on glaring, steady hoping for something.
[Chris I stare in this through my cell gate. For eighty years I been known as 1-4-2-7-8. Walls can't confine me, on the noose weekend. the guards take me for my shock treatment, I be leavin', out the space in my To control the minds and the undead. The problem is, I'm out for two days And I return to my coma and these walls and bars me.
me, These ain't holding me back. They can't tell me we at. I'm uncontainable.
[Repeat times] me, These walls holding me back. They tell me where we at. I in control.
Spanolio] me. me back. me back. In control.
me. me back. me back. In control.
[Repeat me, These walls ain't me back. can't tell me where we at. I in control.