Testo Imprisoned - Transient

Imprisoned

I never expected this storm to last this long.
Its a simple choice, you’ve got it all wrong
So it’s get busy living, or get busy
dying. I’m so tired of pretending, so tired of lying.
So I’m keeping to myself, I’m tired of the staleness in the air.
I guess this is the way it is. Every man has his breaking point and I,
I’ve found mine.
Pressure and time.
The walls are coming down a handful at a time. Through the stone and sewers I
will climb. Freedom I will taste. Freedom I will see. Hope will get me to the
other side. And here’s to believing no good thing ever dies. Freedom I now
taste. Freedom I now see. You cant cage whats meant to be free.
You cant cage me, I’m meant to be free.