Lock the cage and feel your insecurity
Tossing pieces at us, not enough for me
But now I see
All my friends are swimming in their glass box
Round and round they go, will it ever stop
I'm looking outside wondering
When will I be free
The world outside my grasp
Why can't that be me
The Beast of the Concrete
He's screaming at me
Time it passes by, there's not much to do
Sometimes the sky is black, sometimes it's blue
Who cares about you
Eyes on me all day, some look some stare
Got to find a way out of here
I'm looking outside wondering
When will I be free
The world outside my grasp
Why can't that be me
The Beast of the Concrete
He's screaming at me
Beast Of The Concrete Video (MV)
Performed By: Golden Teacher Society
Language: English
Length: 3:53
Written by: Henry Smith, Thomas Turner, Matt Bishop
Golden Teacher Society - Beast Of The Concrete Lyrics
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Lock the cage and feel your insecurity
Tossing pieces at us, not enough for me
But now I see
All my friends are swimming in their glass box
Round and round they go, will it ever stop
I'm looking outside wondering
When will I be free
The world outside my grasp
Why can't that be me
The Beast of the Concrete
He's screaming at me
Time it passes by, there's not much to do
Sometimes the sky is black, sometimes it's blue
Who cares about you
Eyes on me all day, some look some stare
Got to find a way out of here
I'm looking outside wondering
When will I be free
The world outside my grasp
Why can't that be me
The Beast of the Concrete
He's screaming at me
Tossing pieces at us, not enough for me
But now I see
All my friends are swimming in their glass box
Round and round they go, will it ever stop
I'm looking outside wondering
When will I be free
The world outside my grasp
Why can't that be me
The Beast of the Concrete
He's screaming at me
Time it passes by, there's not much to do
Sometimes the sky is black, sometimes it's blue
Who cares about you
Eyes on me all day, some look some stare
Got to find a way out of here
I'm looking outside wondering
When will I be free
The world outside my grasp
Why can't that be me
The Beast of the Concrete
He's screaming at me
Writer: Henry Smith, Thomas Turner, Matt Bishop
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid