He’s into a routine he cannot break out
It’s not of his making he’s drowned by the doubt
It’s crisis just thinking of going out the door
His life is a life that he cannot explore.
A life as a prisoner that offers no hope
No bars on the windows there’s noo dangling rope
A panic attack evolves if smells fresh air
He’s into a world and a life with ain’t no prayer.
Thinking of it like a psychedelic torture
Conscience expanded by panic attack
He has to live a life where he’s always found so unsure
Think of it it’s like a psychedelic torture.
The regular thinking of going for a walk
It’s alien now he falls into the shock
It’s crisis just thinking of going out the door
His life is a life that he cannot explore.