Lock - Typecast

Trapped inside these walls

Running out of air

Better think fast

'Cause they’re slowly

Closing in

There’s nothing I can do

There’s nothing left to sell

This will be over soon

My own private hell

Ripped off finger nails

Fallen on the floor

I scream so loud

Yet no one will hear my call

Whatever I do

I’ll never, I’ll never

Never answer the door

Every knock is like

A nail pushed through my ears

Hide under the bed

And just hold my breath

Long enough

So they won’t hear

But I’ll suffocate

And they’re closing in