Prison Cell Video (MV)

We built our prison cell
Building high the walls
Rationing the view
Screening all the calls
Obedience compels
In our sanitised halls
Where we scratch out the rules
To make sense of it all
We hold our hands to the lie
But there is no excuse
When our words of confession
Become terms of abuse

We built our prison cell
Bought and bartered with blood
Traded freedom for screens
Traded water for mud
When the Tribal dispels
All that decency should
Sure we'll comfort ourselves
Say we done what we could
Yeah, we're drawn to the light
But there is no excuse
When our chosen distraction
Becomes a form of abuse

We built our prison cell
Pitting word upon word
Until plenty is said
But little is heard
Yeah we pick at the bones
Where our silence occurred
Scraping knowledge from ruins
And from memories blurred
We hold each other at night
But there is no excuse
When our terms of affection
Become words of abuse