WALLS GET CLOSER (feat. Pablo Van De Poel)

Can't go outside Can't fag a ride This place is not the same Ain't gonna fnd A soul in town Looking for something to plan Quarantine man. Buddy, that's the plan Jobless working man But I ain't got the right to complain How many days 'till I go insane? Confned man. Buddy, sure I am Sticking to the lane But I ain't got the right to complain Everyone's locked in With ball and chain As the walls are getting closer I can't stop looking over yonder Fiddling around Bound to the sound Of the morning news bringing me down Lying on the ground I am losing my mind Is the earth fat or round? Emergency state, is it not too late? Let's underestimate And we always accommodate Why is our game always out-of-date? A million dead. Today, what's the rate? Don't you sufocate? But I ain't got the right to debate Seems like we're feeding of our own hate As the walls are getting closer I can't stop looking over yonder