Craig Abaya - This Jail I Made Lyrics

Talk about oppression freely, making points, a call to arms
Desires are strong, emotions peak but actions, just to weak
To match their charms
Anesthetic little lives keep us deaf, dumb and blind
Allured by their security, betrayed by our design

Trapped by this ambition, lots of work and lots of goals
But never lots of time
Such a struggle to pay the rent
So much of the money spent is on the credit line
Sapped of inspiration, always running in place
Neglect the ones I love, trying to keep up with the pace

Talking about this jail i made
And these bars are tailor made
To keep me away

We think we've got control of our minds and of our souls
And that it's just free will
Unaware of our addictions, avoiding contradictions
Sinking deeper still
Dependent on false promises to rescue us from hell
So blind to their deceptions, building walls around ourselves

In the war zone held at bay by aggressors you can see
In oppression, little question who the captors could be
In freedom are the trappings of believing you are free
And sometimes you're the one who holds you the key
That keeps you inside

Going to find a situation that allows me time to breathe
'Turn my back on the false notions of what it means to succeed
'Cause spending time with the ones I love means more than that to me
Going to turn my life around, going to know what it means to me