Bars
These metal bars,
I shall rip,
Shred,
Anything to get out,
Past these stupid iron bars
Four concrete walls,
Steel door in front,
Barred window behind,
Sides,
All concrete,
A box,
A box!
A prison!
A cell!
How could you!
My rider,
My rider!
I sharpen,
These claws,
On those concrete walls,
So sharp,
Sharper than knives,
Better watch out,
I'm free,
Someday
You first,
And your flames,
Those sick flames,
Always engulfed in them,
Hiding,
A coward!
These bars,
I will be free,
To rip your head clean off those shoulders,
No more king,
Oh well,
Too bad,
Cause your head,
Will be on my wall,
My rider
Bonded to my soul,
My head,
My heart,
No way,
Raise me,
Train me,
Until you threw me into this box,
All alone,
Getting angry,
More,
And more,
More and more
Call me weak!
I will show weak!
Right when that head is clean off those shoulders,
But these bars are here,
You lucky, lucky man
