Lyrics

As the prophets predict the days, the mice will scatter all through the maze
To find the finish line is a complex task as they race around to just not be last
But, my friend is trapped in a corner wall, as he shakes at thoughts of a potential fall
And I plead with him to try and find his way, but his head drops down and he's condemned to stay

I said, "the safety of this place won't last,"
He said, "I know that but I can't move past
All the terrors and trouble out there I can see
I think experience is changing me"

It's been a long, long time and I've made my laps across the hungry pits and the deadly traps
But, my friend is still in his private jail, so the best I could do was send a box and nails
To aid in the process of his coffin box, which looks a lot like the walls that kept him locked
When I face my death I'll face it well because it was in the open and not in a cell

I said, "we all have personal fates to cross
We must follow them and pay at any cost
For the course of life is led completely free
While experience is changing me."