Prisoners

In the prison of the heart
The jailer holds the keys
The inmates beat the bars
The warden oversees
There are others on parole
And those who'll never know
That the poor bastards stuck inside
Feel like they wanna die
Twenty four hour hell
Holed up in their cells, it's solitary

Prisoners
Oh, poor prisoners
Oh

Scratches in the wall
Counting down the days
Freedom seems so far
Through a lonely gaze
The window is so small
The walls they grow so tall
To the poor bastards stuck inside
Where love runs and hides
All hope fades away
It's just another day in solitary

Prisoners
Oh, poor prisoners
Oh

Do a final check-in and they say that it's lights out
And the convicts are aware without distraction of sound
Stuck with just their minds
And replays of their crimes
Oh prisoners
Oh poor prisoners
Unlucky prisoners
Oh poor prisoners
Oh