Trying to find myself

when i’m not there

Trying to find the words

but I can’t hear myself

There is always a prisoner

Within every Man

Who should you listen to

If not the one that has left

Sentenced by the consciousness

That the Keys has always been there

Hidden in the corners

Like a lover leaves you in bed

Trying to find the bones

Digging for a laugh

Throwing cigarettes

For memories we held

There is always a prisoner

Within every Man

Who should you listen to

If not the one that has left

Sentenced by the consciousness

That the Keys has always been there

Hidden in the corners

Like a lover leaves you in bed

In nameless streets

Where hearts retreats

Staring at the ceiling

Thought I found a meaning

Trying to silence myself

But the voices still already there

No one hear your screams

behind screens

All is imaginary

Yet still reality