I want a box around myself, so they can put me on the shelf to see the way I live. But the holes are blocked by everybody else inside. As far as I can tell, they’re all living well, living better, still that’s the way it is. Climbing up the corporate ladder, trying to escape through the roof.

Have you ever felt the pinch when your life’s confined? Well, get your ass in line. It’s hard not to care what they say. I’d like to think we’ll break away. I don’t believe that growing up means cashing out and giving up.

It’s not a problem, it’s hell. We only do what people tell but can you tell me, anyone,  the consequences of setting someone free? Can you explain lives led in vain? It seems like everybody’s looking for their way out.