Tied to Pieces of Paper

Straight from the confines

Of a new country-shed

Enthralled with them messages I heard from the dead

The fear

The concrete

The noise

The wall

Is someone out there somewhere?

Tightening their purse string

Afraid in their homes

These are the last

Kings of rome

Their tied to something

Tied to something

Tied to something

They stop

Tied to pieces of paper

I can see why everybody's here

You're all tied to something

Tied to something

Tied to something

It's clear

In the midnight we can go for a ride

In the midnight we can thrive

But I see

So clearly

Back to the republic of the things I hate

I don't see

Anywhere that I can fit

I don't SEE

Anything that I can change

What's the point in saving any money

I'll die

It's my life

Personified

Glorified

Homicide

Stop

Tied to pieces

Tied to pieces

Of paper

I see it

Tied to pieces of paper