The walls I thought held in by moats,
Was not that way it seems.
Was not the instruments of death,
Just sunshine on the schemes.
If there's a man who's free at heart
No nights can make him scream.
But no one gives the man a wreath,
Their silence crowns his dreams.

Illusion is their own perigraph*
As they crawl to get their own pride back.
If they get there they can use the wooden staff.
And from there they'll borrow wings for flying.
Yes, from there they'll borrow wings for flying.
Yes, from there they'll borrow wings for flying.

-Instrumental-

Unseen are desp'rate straits of waifs
The needs of time have grown.
They're watched much indeed by those
They know that they are known.
College is a waste to them.
They cannot set the rules.
The fate of all confined, I see.
Has been controlled by mules.

-Long instrumental-

The law used is a leash law quote,
They're straining at the leash.
Was not the instruments of death,
Just sunshine on their dreams.
His control span was a work of art
With repairs at night, seems.
All that's laid is the havoc wreaked,
And silence rules the dreams.

Illusion is their own perigraph*
As they crawl to get their own pride back.
If they get there they can use the wooden staff.
And from there they'll borrow wings for flying.
Yes, from there they'll borrow wings for flying.
Yes, from there they'll borrow wings for flying.

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