[Verse 1]

He just sits with nothing but his headphones on

Then flows in another zone

To escape the prison, the mind, the vision

The signs, he listens

Behind a wall of people of which he came to live in

But nobody comes to get him

He just listens and waits for the walls to break and set him free

But freedom won't ring to a man if he stands for nothing

So he starts to plot a plan

To crawl over the top of the walls and stand

Over the people for the right

To not only speak but to give them what they like

So he just writes what isn't being said

The Golden Age is dead and the people are the same

Some screaming for a change but all they do is complain

He knows the pain it flows through his veins

And intertwines with the names of the founder fathers of the game

[Verse 2]

He's walking with nothing but a notepad

Writing everything that he knows for something he wants so bad

But never had he's just mad

It's sad cause the odds are against him

And the walls want to lynch him

Before he can escape and let the word, the fear, the threat

Of witnessing what hasn't been heard yet

And that's exactly why more people need to write what isn't being said

Cause the Golden Age is dead and the people are lost

Some screaming to be saved but don't wanna pay the cost

He knows the flames cause it runs to his brain

And connects to his ancestors who have no name

If you haven't paid attention that man is me

And I'm still chasing what you may call a fantasy

Where Viva la Revolution is for everyone

And since it was written so let it be done