Ben Zito - No Turn Unstoned Lyrics

Last thing I remember
Coming out of room 316
Was that cold hand
On the last day of spring

And how numb I felt
As the years went by
Hoping I'd be free
But my demons beat my angels
And got the best of me

Puppet strings were holding me
From sinking
In quicksand underneath
And a cursing well with Coins
Up to my knees

Stretch your hand out
Break the fourth wall
Set yourself free
But that ceiling is still coming
Down on me

Had I known the end of it
Prerequisite was wanting what I need
And not the other way around
Cause now I bleed

Contemplating idle hands
In vacant space
Waiting to be told
What my morals are
In this perfect world of
No turn unstoned