Soul singing inside empty vaccum cell,imprisoned like a flower in a seed. Screaming winterblues in involuntary dwell. Poison people made your body to the partyplace tonight and boy, are they going to have a good time. You decorate your destruction in a beautiful butterfly dress. I'd also like to fly, but i don't want to break my wings. Inside the package playground in the backyard of your heart you, the very you, is singing it's voice to death. The message won't get through (Ignorance+adicction= Soul castration) Like you I dream of being really free but this escape is just another prison.