I don't believe you.
When you say, it's brighter on the outside.
These walls are friendly.
They don't intimidate or argue or exhaust me.
I know the sky is blue.
But it looks brighter on my laptop screen.
I fly like Superman.
Imagination takes me where I need to go.
Four Wall Euphoria.
You just take what you need.
Four Wall Euphoria.
It's a modem disease.
Don't try to call me.
Interaction starts the voices in my head.
Its really easy.
I just remain inside these walls and shut the world outside.
I've got fear.
I've got dread.
I've got safety in my bed,
I've got religion.
I've got my meds.
I've got a virus in my head.
I've got drugs.
I've got drink.
I gotta reason not to think.
I've got rules.
I've got the tools.
I've got a hate of all these fools.
Four Wall Euphoria.
Four Wall Euphoria.
It's not essential
That I view the world existing out my window.
I've got potential
But the perfect cage I'm in is rather comfortable.