I've only just scaled the walls
of my old prison yard
It's okay I don't have to go on the run,
once you find your way out
you're allowed,
even encouraged,
to be free
Once you're out you know you have to
find a way to never go
back in
It was visits with my strategists
who helped me plan my escape,
I could never have done it by myself
I was numb from it
I was dumb from it
I was useless
You can hardly blame us,
the prisoners,
that place consumes your soul--
we were ghosts in there
Being a ghost haunts you,
you see,
you haunt yourself
But getting your soul back is hard
because you can't fight anyone while your made of mist
you can't get it back
because you can't even grip reality
To escape you have to remember what your soul looks like
Because you'll have to fight for custody
Even though you swore to never go back,
you have to return to that dark, dingy place
to make your case in court
you have to face the ghostly jury
My friends tell me about my soul
and what it looks like
because I've actually forgotten
How could I have forgotten?
I'm confident I'll win my case
I've got sunshine on my side
I've got guides on my side
I've got myself on my side