how would you know/ when ive done it on my own/ when i break out of the ashes of this place i call home/ these memories will fade/ and i will see a day right before i break and it just may take sometime to learn a new way to frame these thoughts in my/ mind... states are where i fly/ existential in the sky/ and did i mention im potentially designed/ the penitentiary in my mind/ for centuries left me destitute
