| Quarter to five | ||||
| Trapped within | ||||
| Myself | ||||
| Sentenced to live | ||||
| Imprisoned | ||||
| Within my | ||||
| Soul | ||||
| I move on | ||||
| But nothing | ||||
| Changes | ||||
| People are the same | ||||
| And no one has | ||||
| My | ||||
| Key | ||||
| Why can't I | ||||
| Break | ||||
| Out | ||||
| Find a | ||||
| Woman | ||||
| Be a man | ||||
| I forget | ||||
| What I | ||||
| Felt | ||||
| I'm left to a world | ||||
| That loves | ||||
| Force | ||||
| With only | ||||
| Dreams of | ||||
| Love | ||||
| Hope | ||||
| Power is the rule | ||||
| A hand is | ||||
| But a | ||||
| Fist | ||||
| And no one | ||||
| Wants a | ||||
| Hopeless | ||||
| Fool | ||||