Walls Get Closer

Can't go outside
Can't fag a ride
This place is not the same
Ain't gonna fnd
A soul in town
Looking for something to plan

Quarantine man. Buddy, that's the plan
Jobless working man
But I ain't got the right to complain
How many days 'till I go insane?
Confned man. Buddy, sure I am
Sticking to the lane
But I ain't got the right to complain
Everyone's locked in
With ball and chain

As the walls are getting closer
I can't stop looking over yonder

Fiddling around
Bound to the sound
Of the morning news bringing me down
Lying on the ground
I am losing my mind
Is the earth fat or round?

Emergency state, is it not too late?
Let's underestimate
And we always accommodate
Why is our game always out-of-date?
A million dead. Today, what's the rate?
Don't you sufocate?
But I ain't got the right to debate
Seems like we're feeding of our own hate

As the walls are getting closer
I can't stop looking over yonder