White walls are surrounding me Wood windows in a picture frame Worried whispers coming from the outside Fall upon a colony of deaf ears These are the people who take control of butterflies These are the people who can make the sheer insignificance Of a wing flapping turn my whole world upside down I take command in a puny cubicle Its cardboard walls are painted in morally gray All my life I've been betrayed Let's leave a mark in this dying world I sense a tingle from my fingertips Take a deep breath while it crawls up to my brain I can feel I can feel now I can feel I can feel now I can feel the power I can feel the reign I am pulling the strings I am the puppeteer