Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prison Walls, artist - Novena. Album song Eleventh Hour, in the genre Прогрессивный рок
Date of issue: 05.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Frontiers Records
Song language: English
Prison Walls |
Frozen, as the time just passes by |
Have to sing the freedom cry |
Of the one who holds you here |
Chosen for a life you never called for |
As your body starts to falter |
You refuse to shed a tear |
Kept within your endless prison walls |
Is there life for you to find at all? |
Open, like a wound that never healed |
Through a door you walked right in |
To a fight that you can’t win |
Moments, they appear to last forever |
Like a friendship that we severed |
There’s a heart that’s yet to beat |
Kept within your endless prison walls |
Is there life for you to find at all? |
I have been a terrible friend and an even worse lover |
And I think it’s time for some confessional |
My Mother? |
She didn’t even want me |
She had a life and I wasn’t part of the plan |
And you know what? |
That’s okay |
Because when new life seems only to form destruction |
And all you’ve come to crave is the other |
What’s there to be done, really? |
There isn’t a simple fix to be found, just a long and arduous road of |
circumstance |
And that’s okay. |
It’s no-one's fault |
And let’s not even speak of the Father. |
I mean, what’s there to say? |
He was quite literally never there, and funnily enough, the absence isn’t so |
conspicuous |
I mean, you can’t miss what you’ve never had |
But all the same, it didn’t take long for the men in white coats |
That didn’t wear white coats at all that I feared so much as a child to appear |
Wielding brands of disability, mental unrest and disrepair |
Antipsychotics for lunch at twelve. |
You know It’s no-one's fault |
It’s no-one's fault |
Still, I had the love of a Mother regardless, and for that I genuinely give |
thanks |
She single-handedly was the saviour of my short and storied years |
Seemingly the one thing prescribed by the Gods that was not a fucking detriment |
So it’s fair to say, I suppose, that I have been smiled upon |
At least in part, but is it enough? |
How could it ever be enough? |
It’s never enough |
It’s no-one's fault |
But that didn’t stop me from struggling with my independence for years |
I convinced myself I was strong, which, in ways, I was |
I convinced myself of a number of things but it wasn’t enough |
It was never enough… How could it ever be enough? |
The damage has been done and it’s no-one's fault |
And I would’ve ended up the same from the outside looking in |
These prison walls would self-sustain and keep me held within |
The damage has been done and there’s no-one left |
And it’s no-one's fucking fault |
The damage has been done and there’s no-one left |
It’s no-one's fault |
Look at this hollow shell, pallid and worn |
Victimised circumstance and nothing more than a worm |
And isn’t it fucking pathetic? |
I should be a king, my freedom is stripped |
And I am laid bare in my absence of morals |
My ethical code spun into chaos |
It could’ve been different, it should’ve been different |
You’ve failed me and now I am lost to these walls |
And oh, if these walls could talk |
Oh, the stories they’d tell you |
You would be shocked and appalled, I assure you |
For this is the domain of liars and thieves |
Our negligent souls have been wasted |
Kept within my endless prison walls |
Was there life for me to find at all? |
If I close my eyes, am I alone? |
At least now I know, through it all |
On my own, I’ve escaped my prison walls |