We Squirm

The Microphones

Do you seriously believe, that you will not be a prisoner?

Do you insistently try

over and over to seem free in your life,

and the ways that you treat your loves and delights,

your troubles and fights,

and me?

Well let me say

Yeah, go ahead and try!

But I say you will be captive

Alone with me

We're stuck in the mark of our hearts

and the fear that we'll find,

these feelings of ours start to seem like bars

so we squirm

And sink deeper

Yes, we rigle into jail cells

But I say: Let feelings hold you

I say: Embrace your captors

I say: Get to know them deep

Have no news you wont hear

Have no truths you wont tear

Have no hopes that you'll ever find freedom

From your tyrant heart