turning left and right lost, lost, lost my min
whispers running up through my toes and back
walls are moving sides, as they quickly bind
swallowing my mind till an empty sack

running from sure death, very terrified
sanity is gone, humanity too
trust a select few to be satisfied
although she doesn't she still pays her due

a change of heart to help a good friend
fighting to survive, odds in your favor
together till the end, face off to attend
never letting go of the bad labor

never thought possible in anyone eyes
but through the sky a mockjingay still flies