My Ticket Out Of...

There is no ticket
That can give you access through
There is no shortcut
And there is no limit too
There is no key
That can open locks for you
There are no bars
This is not a prison, fool
There is no cage
That you find yourself into
There is no term
That can give you back your youth
There is no bird
With a broken wing or two
There’s no mistake
You did not provoked a wound

I was the friend of a chestnut
In the night that I was sold out
We were walking, there is no doubt
Through the city that was locked up

There is no road
That can lead you out of town
There are no trees
To misguide or guide you on
There is no door
That can guarantee your freedom
There is no peephole
That can show what waits upon
There are no villains
That are hiding underground
There is no reason
You should find yourself alarmed
There is no link
That is missing or is broken
There is no edge
And there is no ticket out of…

How long does it take to a bug
To reproduce the human walk?
How fast can it evade the guards
Through the city that was locked up?

I found a wreck, a recent one
Decorated with the old staff
You cannot find another gun
Through the city that was locked up