These gates, behind which he managed to keep
his lies perfectly sealed, are becoming crystal clear.
Time for the lies to break out and for the truth to break the gaunlet
of silence.The tides have turned, he's now the eternal prisoner,
locked inside his own mental cell.

Four walls and a ceiling called the sky.

The reflections on the wall seem so unreal to him, so broken.
The light from above is burning his eyes..
Sweet sky please turn black again.
Memories replace the gasping breaths throughout the wasted air

He's hiding from the world, behind a broken frame.
He finds his rest in his broken dreams.
He'll live forever, in our broken hearts.

Four walls and a ceiling called the sky.

He encroached my dreams,my hopes, to break them.
My silent cries became whispers in the crowd...

Your words, your lies, mixing up,
you've got me reading backwards again,
LEXIC DYS ARE WE!