These Walls

Got somethin to address
I'll get this off my chest
They will run the race for paper till there's nothin left
And They will not confess
That they're just like the rest
Got no rhyme or reasoning
Never settle for less

That's why you're six feet under ground
And yet your head is in the clouds
And still your footsteps runnin round
In circles
Earn and spend again, again
You run a race that will not end
You think the money is your friend
It's not

Can you find something more inside these walls
There's no lock on the door outside they call
If you hide this place, you're a slave
Up and out or this room'll be you're grave

Close your eyes and you will see
If you live out your fantasy
You thought that you'd be feeling free
The past exposed how it would be
They think you're standing tall
Your mind will make you small
Think when you've got it all
When bountiful you're bound to fall
You're mansion is empty
You're nothin but lonely
Do you not feel guilty
Cause children go hungry
And that's all that I see
Driving ocean ave street
With kids in the backseat
I'm goin oh no

Can you find something more inside these walls
There's no lock on the door outside they call
If you hide this place, you're a slave
Up and out or this room'll be you're grave