| I’m stuck inside this yellow room, four walls without a door
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| Sonic vibrations soar inside, don’t attain the concrete core
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| Gloomy walls, standing tall, they’ve never smiled at me
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| Hear my questions, read my thoughts
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| But they don’t understand
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| They want to see, into my kaleidoscope
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| They expect me, to be insane
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| They want to hear, the right answers
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| They reign in fear, but I won’t change
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| Weirdo, psychopathic eyes, reflections of yesterday
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| Psycho, schizophrenic stare, there’s storm inside the calm
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| I’ve always been good at leaving, now compelled to play their game
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| Substitutes to feel and think, a numb person with no name
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| They’re afraid, 'cause I can see, the colours in unusual ways
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| Look in the kaleidoscope, my friend, and you will never forget
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| Weirdo, psychopathic eyes, reflections of yesterday
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| Psycho, schizophrenic stare, there’s storm inside the calm
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| What you get is what you deserve, life must be earned
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| What I got is more I deserve, the winds are turned
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| Force feeding my head with knowledge they know safe
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| Voices echo 'round my shell, yet never passing the inmost maze
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| Straight ahead, forward backwards, I’ll always walk on
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| Cold walls can’t prevent me from seeing the horizon
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| Weirdo, psychopathic eyes, reflections of yesterday
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| Psycho, schizophrenic stare, there’s storm inside the calm |