Faerie child, pining away for the wild
Will they ever let you out?

Instead of giving you a breakthrough
They've given you
A little prison

This iron was forged by a thousand gavels
Cold as a toilet seat in winter
Sterile as nirvana

They've thrown the weight so deep
And there isn't enough rope
We know we got shorted so badly

We hold each other close
Getting near the end of it now
A little prison

And soon we'll be getting out
Or getting even.