I'm in the corner of my thinking box
Searching for edges to complete my full being
I'm in the corner of my thinking box
Hoping there's something that will make me be seen
4 straight roads, any could lead me to the light
4 straight roads, any could lead me to the light
I hear the sharpness of the screams in my head
Begging me please don't block my way not right now
I hear the sharpness of the screams in my head
The flatness of the surface slides the sound out
4 straight roads, any could lead me to the light
4 straight roads, any could lead me to the light
It's a suppression of our emotions
A fear of releasing what's within
Aspiring for something with all devotion
Sometimes the walls won't let us be seen
So we cry out and we fight
So we cry out and we fight
4 straight roads any could lead me to the light
4 straight roads any could lead me to the light