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I sit there looking at the lights,

In my mind, I'm picking fights,

With everyone who's crossed my path.

The world's my enemy so do the math.



Step by step, my rage builds up.

Bit by bit, I'm shutting up.

Closing off the world around me,

Hiding from the hate that bound me.



I live in a world that oppresses all my visions.

So let me welcome you into my eggshell painted prison.

I live in a world that oppresses all my visions.

So let me welcome you into my eggshell painted prison.



The pine green temples hold my knowledge,

Soon my next step will be in college.

But for now I'm stuck with these clowns,

I can't escape this dying, olde town.



All this time that I have wasted.

All the bitterness I've tasted.

Filtered minds like they all wanted.

My pride I stand for, they have flaunted.



I live in a world that oppresses all my visions.

So let me welcome you into my eggshell painted prison.

I live in a world that oppresses all my visions.

So let me welcome you into my eggshell painted prison.



Give me reason to keep trying.

Give me hope, my faith is dying.

Let me vent, you'll be insulted.

The head master will be consulted.



He'll not tell you the whole truth.

Only what you think is proof,

That someone cares about what you say.

Truth is it don't work that way.



I live in a world that oppresses all my visions.

So let me welcome you into my eggshell painted prison.

I live in a world that oppresses all my visions.

So let me welcome you into my eggshell...*gun shot*