Whiter walls are callin’
Got time against us now
In this private hell
Community is watching
My steps are second best
But no one here can tell
I, I’ll lay down
A clock goes counterclockwise
And upstream it is cold
A thorn is in my side
And over there lays beauty
And fields of joy and green
At least that’s what we’re told
I, I’ll lay down 
And you’ll stick around
Stick around