Kids In An Open Jail

The same kids we used to be are still sitting,
On the same bench
and they keep spitting between their knees.

Fear of change, delusion of freedom
In their uniforms
Their one way ticket to conformism.

Trapped in their hometown,
Kids in an open jail,
Stuck in their habits, don't you feel the same?
Afraid of the outside, kids in an open jail.

Bang bang, he's trying to escape screws beat back to the fair path.
On their jackets, you can clearly read routine or bored housewife.
Their window on new horizons is obstructed by some bars,
Engraved, white on black, the words cowardice, convenience,
Everyone bears his own cross!

And I'm still trying to keep my distance,
With the weight of looks, and judgements,
The prison is self protected.

Trapped in their hometown,
Kids in an open jail,
Stuck in their habits, don't you feel the same?
Afraid of the outside, kids in an open jail.
Withdrawn on themselves,
Kids in an open jail,
Closed and selfish, don't you feel the same?
I keep my distance, kids in an open jail.

I'd like to walk on the world,
Why to rot in my golden prison,
I heard that elsewhere people are different,
I guess my time here is done.

Time to breakout,
Time to make a change, time to break the chains