Prisoners Songtext / Lyric

We wake up in a bed of silk

Then stare up at the ceiling as high as the sky

Like it's our way to fly

We're chasing a reason to exist

But can't seem to escape the loneliness

Running in circles around happiness



With houses made of gold

Defined by what we own

We follow what we're told

Fit right into the mold

Is this what we need to breathe

Or are we just feeding our disease






We lost sight of what we can't touch

We've lost it all but we can't remember how to love

A full plate with an empty heart

We feast on greed until we starve

We wonder why we feel empty inside

Why there's a hunger that we can't satisfy

A lonely world with a bad design

You waste your time on an endless climb



With houses made of gold

Defined by what we own

We follow what we're told

Fit right into the mold

Is this what we need to breathe

Or are we just feeding our disease



Prisoners of a hopeless war

Fighting with a double edged sword

We could be free

If we stop feeding our disease



We stand on top of the world

But still feel so alone

We stand on top of the world

With no one to hold

We stand at the top of the world, alone



With houses made of gold

Defined by what we own

We follow what we're told

Fit right into the mold

Is this what we need to breathe

Or are we just feeding our disease



Prisoners of a hopeless war

Fighting with a double edged sword

We could be free

If we stop feeding our disease