Novena - Prison Walls

Frozen, as the time just passes by
Have to sing the freedom cry
Of the one who holds you here

Chosen for a life you never called for.
As your body starts to falter
You refuse to shed a tear

Kept within your endless prison walls
Is there life for you to find at all?

Open, like a wound that never healed
Through a door you walked right in
To a fight that you can't win

Moments. They appear to last forever
Like a friendship that we severed
There's a heart that's yet to beat

Kept within your endless prison walls
Is there life for you to find at all?

I have been a terrible friend and an even worse lover
And I think it's time for some confessional.

My Mother?
She didn't even want me.
She had a life and I wasn't part of the plan
And you know what? That's okay.
Because when new life seems only to form destruction and all you've come to crave is the other
what's there to be done, really?
There isn't a simple fix to be found, just a long and arduous road of circumstance.

And that's okay.
It's no-one's fault.

And let's not even speak of the Father.
I mean, what's there to say?
He was quite literally never there, and funnily enough, the absence isn't so conspicuous.
I mean, you can't miss what you've never had.

But all the same,
it didn't take long for the men in white coats
that didn't wear white coats at all that I feared so much as a child to appear.
Wielding brands of disability, mental unrest and disrepair.

Antipsychotics for lunch at twelve.
You know It's no-one's fault.
It's no-one's fault.

Still, I had the love of a Mother regardless, and for that I genuinely give thanks
She single-handedly was the saviour of my short and storied years,
seemingly the one thing prescribed by the Gods that was not a fucking detriment,
so it's fair to say, I suppose, that I have been smiled upon.
At least in part, but is it enough?
How could it ever be enough?

It's never enough
It's no-one's fault.

But that didn't stop me from struggling with my independence for years.
I convinced myself I was strong, which, in ways, I was.
I convinced myself of a number of things but it wasn't enough.

It was never enough...
How could it ever be enough?

The damage has been done and it's no-one's fault.
I would've ended up the same from the outside looking in
These prison walls would self-sustain and keep me held within.
The damage has been done and there's no-one left,
And It's no-one's fucking fault.

The damage has been done and there's no-one left.
It's no-one's fault.

It's no
It's no-one's fault
It's no-one's fault
It's no
It's no-one's fault
No-one

Look at this hollow shell, pallid and worn
Victimised circumstance and nothing more than a worm
And isn't it fucking pathetic?
I should be a king, my freedom is stripped
And I am laid bare in my absence of morals
Ay ethical code spun into chaos

It could've been different
It should've been different
You've failed me and now I am lost to these walls

And oh, if these walls could talk
Oh, the stories they'd tell you
You would be shocked and appalled, I assure you
For this is the domain of liars and thieves
Our negligent souls have been wasted

Kept within my endless prison walls
Was there life for me to find at all?
If I close my eyes am I alone?
At least now I know
Through it all
On my own
I've escaped my prison walls

Written by:
Ross Jennings, Moat Lowe, Harrison White, Gareth Mason, Dan Thornton, Cameron Spence

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