I find myself here again; these prison walls are as cold as my heart is. I've let you down. Chained to the ground by my oppression I long to spread these beautiful wings and fly away from the man I've become; drowned in anguish and shame. I've let you down so many times before. How long must I beat my fist into these walls before they will fall down? Chained to the ground there's no way out of this, these walls won't let me out. I strive for solace, I pray for sleep to numb this pain but I've never been so lucky. Scratching and clawing escape is inevitable. I've made my deathbed so shall I sleep in it. And when they ask about me I've buried myself inside this jail cell.