Man Without Country
Parity
The daybook repeats on every pageYou hold the key to your own cageThe computer screen is your windowYou are the seed that never growsThe walls you decorateSurround you everyday The waste that you inhaleDictates this empty spaceYour searchlight marks outlinesYour soft walls set strict lawsThe photos are all expressionless The notice-board is vacuous The daily routines you overstateYou feel complete with second-rateThe walls you decorateSurround you everyday The waste that you inhaleDictates this empty spaceYour searchlight marks outlinesYour soft walls set strict laws
From Letras Mania