white walls duh
I'm sitting in a room,
made up of only big white walls,
and in the halls,
there a people lookin' through,
the window in the door,
they know exsactly what we're here for.
Don't look up,
just let them think there's no place that you'd rather be,
your always on display,
don't you know by now,
you can't turn back,
'cos this road is all you'll ever have.
It's oviose that your dying,
just livin' proof that,
the camras lyin'
stop tryin' to escape those pryin' eyes,
'cos you'll go out in style