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Golden Prison

Open my eyes, the sun is rising high, its light is bright blinding my sight
Watery eyes, facing walls of white like I’ve been into dark for a while

Take a deep breath, take a first step, feeling so light
Making mistakes, in a learning phase so it’s alright
First words, first cries, first laughs, riding a bike
First grade, first love, first fight, living my life
Growing up fast

Growing up fast, travelling time
Faster than light, in a spaceship of mine
Though I only got enough cash for a bus pass
Growing facial hair cause a moustache is a must have
Riding a bike like it’s a Mustang
An adventurous mind on the path to the greater things
They say every great thing must end
But I’m a youngin, let my dreams sustain
‘cause my dreams just can overcome any pain
It’s my rules I apply, I ain’t playing your game
In my own team which is keen on breaking a routine
That I can’t stand to follow, allow me to borrow
Your past aspirations you must have forgotten
But you won’t let me have ‘em, you convince me they’re rotten
“Smarten up young rascal! Who gon’ pay for your grad school
Which will pay for your nice food your car and your house too?”
But of course that’s if you want a wife and kids,
A happy family, for this you must succeed
You can’t proceed if you can’t pay your bills
You need a little green “if you wanna be me”
So I do what I’m told, I’m mowing the lawn
Getting gold, getting bold and moving along
In a comfort zone I can’t leave anymore
But I’m suffocating, I can’t breathe any longer

I can’t find the way out of my Golden Prison
Seems I lost the keys of a more precious treasure

Days go by one by one so similar in their outcome
Like pillars aligned holding the weight of time that can’t be outrun
In line like minds of mankind I’d like to press rewind but I’m gone
Too far out to ever hope to come back on or with my shield on

Part of a generation still looking for their battle
They’re talking end of the world, climate change is the matter
Sorting our trash like soldiers fighting for survival
Avoiding Apocalypse ripping out pages of the Bible
Purposeless sheep taking a piss in the same urinal
Piece by piece, one after the other, falling out dominoes
From the cradle to the grave we all slaves to the hassle
We put ourselves in, handcuffed to our ideals

Couldn’t resist the first bite now I’m trapped in a house made of candy
I don’t even exist, I speak but no one, not even myself, seem to understand me
A butterfly without wings, a worm without dreams
A song with no singing, no music, no meaning
A man without legs
A dreamer without a chance
A static dance