The walls surrounding your prison
I go delirious, I scream to let you out
Yelling at the preacher that you're okay
He can stop saying you're dead any day now
I can hear you whisper is anyone there?
It's so dark in here, can I come out there with you?
I'm sitting in the back of the church,
And I only knew your name
And that you were sick, like me
But you were beautiful, like a goddess
Though I'm sitting so far away I can still hear you
I run to the front of the sanctuary
And pry at the casket
I know she's alive, hear me out
She's talking to me, listen
Looks of sympathy are all I can see
Besides the photo of you on a stand
And a brown wooden jail cell
That you're being forced to stay in
The bearers walk toward me slowly
They want to take me away from you
But I'm here to protect you
And I'm not leaving you
You would do the same for me
I snarl at the men like a wild dog
But it gets the message across to them
I break open the jail door and let you be free
But all I see is the shell of me
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