It's like they take u away from doin time alone jus to lock u in a different kinda room thinkin the customized chains u were loose... Unable to be self in relations as that solo kick jus isn't right in the head sittin stimulaniously with shackles either way it goes with zipped lips... Gatherin thoughts that's crippled the rust off the bars on the heart waitin it out to become who this world despises without a rhyme... Goin deep to acknowledge the influences self allows as life rests on the brink of the hype goin from one form of captured to the other side... Tryin to rewind the minds  lingerin sounds no one else can hear comin up from the rear as everything rounds out... A prisoner within lookin for the feel of someone to come along n give that imperfection meanin like it's really ok for once to live... Released by the click if one's cell to walk abroad n upright as there's some who jus wanna own the way the mindset has come to terms of a reality... Misunderstood in it's mature reasonin of the knowin of how somehow feeling held down behind lines dared to be crossed by the irrational mouths... Sinkin in to touch luv changes it's direction of findin out to switchin shit up to control certain attributes of individuals goin numb... Residin in hostel territory after a moment of acception the four walls seem better off than that there of the movement of bein anything other than lost... So goin home to the process thunk slips the twist missed to jus be strollin with yet another pinch... Wakin to the choice of chance lead by a hand that tends to claim it cares as if the embarrassment has been depantsed... Cuffin wrists n ankles to devotion into a ready made coffin set on display unable to be who comes from behind the motion willingly losin the luv'n... As that sense of unique that's craved as a attractiveness is caged so no one else can feel the joy wantin to escape... They want u for themselves as the transition transforms the beauty we possess as rare raw n uncut having to make a decision... To be self or reside as a silhouette hidin the artifacts that make up the single thing that shows difference doin what it knows best... For two birds will rise from under the thumb pressed on the accountability that we jus gotta be the image felt in the chest...