These walls tellin’ me to go home

Saying that I need to leave them alone

But my Gods are accompanied by disbelief

But that doesn't stop me from getting my relief

These walls have songs that shouldn’t be sang

But they callin’ me if I wanna hang

Up on the noose of my Godfather Zeus

But I've read up on the news

So I know what to do

Like

I'm on this dream team

Filled with high beams

Of bright lights from my fight or flight prize

With the red eyes of the promised lies

And the promised lands that I’ll never land

With a peter pan type

If it's just right

I’ll be outta sight until we meet at night

So don't be a sight for sore eyes filled with sore lies and the haunted nights full of haunted frights and unwanted cries until I learn to arise