The air
Was dry and cold
It's rare
To have nothing to hold
Forget
To do what I'm told
When I'm over controlled
Cause there's a trail
Where I'm meant to be
But these walls
Keep caving in on me
And I know
I have not much to show
But I cant work
When I'm kept on the low
On a leash
Will I ever be released
Will you be pleased
When I get on my knees
Cause there's a trail
Where I'm meant to be
But these walls
Keep caving in on me
And I see now
The roles will turn
And your wall they'll cave
Your plastic homes will burn
Your plastic homes will burn
So grab
What's left of your things
And see
How much it all means
Not much now
Well that's how it seems
You can't be happy
Having failed all your dreams
Cause there's a trail
Where I'm meant to be
But these walls
Keep caving in on me
And I see now
The roles will turn
And your wall they'll cave
Your plastic homes will burn
Your plastic homes will burn
