going loopy

In a bedroom lockdown, gotta write your thoughts down
In a bedroom lockdown, ya gotta ya gotta

Every single doubt, tryna drop it out
Head up in the clouds, never coming down
Buddy what a year, living in a fear
Of what we gonna be, in the vital anarchy
Can't take too much more, man I'll wear all the scorns
But I'm drained from the fight, of right and wrong where do I belong

In a bedroom lockdown, better write your thoughts down
And its another lockdown, so ya gotta ya gotta
It's another fuckin' lockdown, better write your thoughts down
Nother fuckin lockdown, so ya gotta gotta