Thought you were ready to run?
Thought you were ready to go?
All fucked up on the answers
of all that you had to know.
Now that you have the keys;
you’ve killed a jailer or two.
Can you work the lock
from the inside?
Are you sure you want to?
The world out there is changing
and I’ve been playing dead,
so when you step out of safety,
I’ll be back in your head.
There’s something to be said
about our prisons,
at least the walls are strong
and tall.
As good at keeping bad things out
as good things in.
Are you sure you want
to throw that door?
Maybe you should think again?
I don’t’ remember you being
all that happy on the outside.
All those little frustrations
driving you out of your mind.
Never made the best decisions,
not so good at picking friends.
This is the end of safety
and we can’t even pretend
that you even belong here,
will all these normal folks.
They smile at you at first
and even laugh at your jokes,
but their masks will come off
and the knives will come out
and you don’t do well with conflict;
I don’t think the future
is in any doubt.
I’m not saying you need to stay here
between these four walls,
I’m just saying that there’s safety
where outside, there’s none at all.
Yeah, you’ve got all the answers
under your thick prison skin;
I bet it feels so nice in there.
How about letting me in?
You say you want to be free
of this world that you’ve made,
you’ve got the key and the guard’s dead.
Don’t be so fucking afraid.
Oh, isn’t it great?
The look on your face.
It’s like you were made for this place.
HG – 2017
