The Jail Song
everyone tries to find a wayto tunnel out, to break awayfrom cement rooms of restless nightto flee this hell in hurried flightthe sting of constant constance everyone is busy with thoughttoo drunk and too dizzy they’ve gotplans to succumb these walls they’ve builtits shown the hopeful age and guiltshut in with someday’s sorroweveryone is dreaming to fleethough, everyone other than medigging within, digging withoutthe truth, time is my tunnel outflutter by the butterfliesGBE Written May 27th, 2001 © on Nov 02 2001 07:50 AM PST 10 • 0
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"everyone tries to find a wayto tunnel out, to break awayfrom cement rooms of restless nightto flee this hell in hurried flightthe sting of constant constance everyone is busy with thoughttoo drunk and too dizzy they’ve gotplans to succumb these walls they’ve builtits shown the hopeful age and guiltshut in with someday’s sorroweveryone is dreaming to fleethough, everyone other than medigging within, digging withoutthe truth, time is my tunnel outflutter by the butterfliesGBE..."