Texty: Voodoo Glow Skulls. Baile de Los Locos. Nowhere Left To Go.

I have no choice but to be confined stagnant
Like a fish in a bowl
It's more of a stuggle just to survive
Life is too short just to sit around

Don't give up because of your past
Pick up all those stepping stones
What's all this hype about everyone's talking
Like there is nowhere left to go?

Some never see the desert
Some never see the woods
All these people talking about
There's nowhere left to go

Some never see the ocean
Some never see the snow
We've got all these people talking about
There's nowhere left to go

Trying to escape the concrete jungle is a life long task
Some take it for granted
In the end they find
There's nowhere left to go