Distortion

[Verse 1]
He just sits with nothing but his headphones on
Then flows in another zone
To escape the prison, the mind, the vision
The signs, he listens
Behind a wall of people of which he came to live in
But nobody comes to get him
He just listens and waits for the walls to break and set him free
But freedom won't ring to a man if he stands for nothing
So he starts to plot a plan
To crawl over the top of the walls and stand
Over the people for the right
To not only speak but to give them what they like
So he just writes what isn't being said
The Golden Age is dead and the people are the same
Some screaming for a change but all they do is complain
He knows the pain it flows through his veins
And intertwines with the names of the founder fathers of the game

[Verse 2]
He's walking with nothing but a notepad
Writing everything that he knows for something he wants so bad
But never had he's just mad
It's sad cause the odds are against him
And the walls want to lynch him
Before he can escape and let the word, the fear, the threat
Of witnessing what hasn't been heard yet
And that's exactly why more people need to write what isn't being said
Cause the Golden Age is dead and the people are lost
Some screaming to be saved but don't wanna pay the cost
He knows the flames cause it runs to his brain
And connects to his ancestors who have no name
If you haven't paid attention that man is me
And I'm still chasing what you may call a fantasy
Where Viva la Revolution is for everyone
And since it was written so let it be done