8000 Lines

Cold walls and bars form a cage in my mind,
 8000 Lines scratched keep track of the time,
 I can't recall the warmth of the light,
 Or the colors and smell from the air outside,
 I tilt my head back and scream down the hall,
 But there's nobody there who will hear me at all
 I throw my fist against the bricks until there's blood on the walls,
 And pray for the day they all tremble and fall.
 And I count each breath,
 Incarcerated in my head,
 And my time counts down,
 Warden won't you please let me out.
 How long will I let this sentence drag on?
 I wish I could have back these days that have gone.
 If I could escape from my room full of black
 Would the world out there even welcome me back?
 I tilt my head back and scream down the hall,
 But there's nobody there who will hear me at all
 I throw my fist against the bricks until there's blood on the walls,
 And pray for the day they all tremble and fall.
 And I count each breath,
 Incarcerated in my head,
 And my time counts down,
 Warden won't you please let me out.