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Four strong walls of solid steel bars are surrounding me Four strong walls of solid steel bars they are hounding me Take 'em away, I've got to see day, I'm going mad Take 'em away, I've got to see day, I'm going mad The shadowy grays all are closing in I'm not in a dream The grays turning black and the black to a void as I start to scream Please tell me why I can't see the sky, I'm slipping away Please tell me why I can't see the sky, I'm slipping away The jailers they came they ask me to explain I said I do believe In the thoughts of a man who's done all that he can There is no reprieve Let me be free - what has happened to me I'd rather die Let me be free - what has happened to me I'd rather die Than live the grays of insanity For the bars are the thoughts of humanity I'd lose all trace of identity And become a jailer like you Jailer like you, jailer like you From Letras Mania