Moresson - Locked Up Original Mix

Sometimes the heaviest doors don't need locks
They build from the inside listen yeah
Shadows stretching long across the concrete floor.
Wondering what happened
To the dreams of your trapped in a
Circle of a crowded boom.
Spinning like
A wrecket in an endless doom.
They see
The surface never see the cage.
Writing
Down the furry on the burning page
Every heartbeat buckles like a prison cell.
Living in the heaven and we turn
To hell.