Here we are
In your jail
Prisoners of your hatred
All inmates have forgotten their tyrant
But you will still thicken the bars the hold us away from you
You are still afraid of us
Criminals in your mind
For stealing your love
The love we long to give back
But you must drive the truck
And add more of us here
That hell ride
That time you control us
And decide our future
You call us "friends"
Just to drop us here
But you are still behind bars
And the "outside" and "inside" are quickly switching rolls
But you, blind, will drive the truck
Until you trap yourself
and we are no longer your prisoners