I bang on the windows, and scream, “LET ME OUT!”
But the guards turn their backs. They don’t care how I shout
In their chests beat stone hearts, where no feeling exists
And they try to silence me, but I always resist
I’m the revolution, rebellion, and I will not be stopped
By tiny little windows with pathetic little locks
And so I bang on the glass with all the strength I possess
But it is bulletproof. It gives me no access.
And so I turn around, and hound the guards more
For, just behind them, I can see the prison door
And, if I can distract them, perhaps I could break free
But they are not so stupid. They have their eyes on me.
All I want to know is the reason I’m locked here
But none of them will tell me. They act like they can’t hear.
So, with no other option, I continue plotting schemes
From this prison cell in Hell, from which, one day, I’ll be free