[Joseph I sit up at night, it's at three or four. Blood down my knuckles from knockin' skin on drywall. I see a face like flashlights chins, The more I blink the more it again. Damn, victims from '89, Floatin' their faces on the wall like it's the time. see 'em again the same time everynight. The wall bigger with every passin' daylight.
Spanolio] Are they in on me? Walls me of me There's an emptiness won't go away.
Yeah, I never that I was right inside my mind, But I'm sure time I to climb the walls I'm sure that over time I to right all of my wrongs. Sure right, walls reflectin' my life Every I sit and watch the replay.
[Chorus, Joseph me, These walls ain't me back. They can't me where we at. I'm uncontainable.
me, These walls holding me back. They can't tell me we at. I in control.
[Paul 'em... I can feel 'em at me. I can hear 'em talkin' when I'm trying to sleep. they start spinning they're just closing in And it's just too to beat, I can't win. Don't grin, it funny I just set it ablaze I had to burn the whole house to escape that I was burned my neck to my feet but it was worth it Until I went back, I even hurt.
Bruce] One surrounds me, no roof no floor. I fallin' as soon as I stepped through the door. Plain walls, 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 of my life relivin' every memory Staring into the of my epitome.
Rouleau] Nothin' but walls, but alright. My back to the room in the 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 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 all night.
Lowrey] I always catch starin' into a dark daze, Same place, new age, punched with rage. If they could talk they probably say much Because I always keep locked away and such. Just a life being wasted away four walls on a casket being put in a grave. So hours spent looking at nothing, But I on glaring, steady hoping for something.
[Chris I stare in maze through my cell gate. For eighty years I been known as 1-4-2-7-8. Walls can't me, on the noose every weekend. When the guards take me for my treatment, I be leavin', out the in my head To control the and unearth the undead. The problem is, I'm only out for two And I to my coma and these walls and bars around me.
me, These ain't holding me back. can't tell me where we at. I'm uncontainable.
[Repeat three me, These walls holding me back. They can't tell me we at. I in control.
[James me. me back. me back. In control.
me. me back. me back. In control.
[Repeat me, These ain't holding me back. They can't me where we at. I in control.