Long Lost Dead and Gone - Ashbury Heights

Round and round

It never seems to change

Through twists and turns

Somehow it stays the same

The pattern keep on changing and I can’t adapt

(Walls are closing in)

The line becomes a circle and I’m lost and trapped

(Air is getting thin)

Long lost

Dead and gone

Locked up

Always wrong

Been staring at the walls so long

The wall is staring back

Strange eyes

Fade to black

On and on

Same illness different name

A cage of bones

Ensures that we remain