[Joseph I sit up at night, at least three or four. Blood drippin' down my knuckles from knockin' on drywall. I see a face like under chins, The more I the more it happens again. Damn, victims from '89, Floatin' their faces on the like it's the last time. I'ma see 'em again the time everynight. The wall bigger with every passin' daylight.
[James Are closin' in on me? confinin' me of me There's an emptiness won't go away.
Yeah, I never said I was right inside my mind, But I'm sure time I learned to climb the I'm sure that over time I learned to all of my wrongs. Sure right, Four reflectin' my life Every That I sit and the replay.
[Chorus, Bruce] me, These ain't holding me back. They can't me where we at. I'm uncontainable.
me, These walls holding me back. They tell me where we at. I in control.
[Paul 'em... I can feel 'em at me. I can even hear 'em talkin' I'm trying to sleep. Sometimes they spinning they're just closing in And it's too much to beat, I can't win. Don't grin, it funny I just set it ablaze I had to the whole house to escape that maze I was burned from my to my feet but it was worth it Until I went back, I even hurt.
Bruce] One surrounds me, no roof no floor. I started as soon as I stepped through the door. walls, don't let me see a crack in the paint Or I'm in, and focused I ain't. Clang-bang, I bloody the walls and stains So the next man falling at can see thangs. I think of my life every memory Staring into the of my epitome.
Rouleau] Nothin' but walls, but alright. My to the room in the corner all night. (Even in the darkness) but walls, but it's alright. My back to the room in the corner all night. (These walls watchin' me.) Nothin' but walls, but alright. My back to the in the corner all night. (Even in the darkness.) Nothin' but walls, but alright. My back to the room in the all night.
[James I catch myself starin' into a dark daze, Same place, new age, holes punched rage. If they could talk they probably wouldn't say Because I always keep myself away and such. Just a sheltered life wasted away Like walls on a casket being put in a grave. So hours spent looking at nothing, But I on glaring, steady hoping for something.
Rouleau] I stare in this through my cell gate. For eighty years I been known as 1-4-2-7-8. Walls can't confine me, on the noose weekend. When the guards take me for my treatment, I be leavin', out the in my head To the minds and unearth the undead. The is, I'm only out for two days And I return to my coma and these walls and around me.
me, These walls holding me back. They tell me where we at. I'm uncontainable.
[Repeat times] me, These walls holding me back. can't tell me where we at. I in control.
[James me. me back. me back. In control.
me. me back. me back. In control.
[Repeat me, These walls ain't me back. can't tell me where we at. I in control.