There must be more to this vacant room that I've been sitting in Scratching at the walls, imprisoned in this state of mind Brought into life with no hope in sight Scratching at the walls of my newfound home The paint sits deep under my nails A constant reminder of the attempts I've made To escape from this place To free myself from pain To loosen these chains To escape from this place To free myself from pain To rid my heart of hate Rid my life of hate My mind, an empty room with no windows to see through Isolated from the truth, from the truth Do my eyes deceive me by what they have not seen? Freedom, the one desire that will never, never cease There must be more to this life of mine There is something deep inside That testifies of a greater kind I cannot simply reach out for something better I sit here incapable of such a feat, predetermined defeat Unable to see past these walls around me My mind, an empty room with no windows to see through Isolated from the truth, from the truth Do my eyes deceive me by what they have not seen? Freedom, the one desire that will never cease My heart It needs to change I need a change I need a change