AM Gold

Classrooms, were like cages to me
Dragged myself in... anyway.
Forced in with the believers
Parents and teachers
Watched the hallways
Contract and twist.

So i turned to the radio
Not a sound on the am
It comes and it goes
Up and down the dial
Flooded in the air
Hiding in the hallway
Without a care

Forced in without a care
Receptionist, specialist
No family history
An iq test
Forced into the belief
See the alleys dissolve and twist
While the world dissolves and splits