Double Lines (Doin' our Time)

The tenets of our ancestors are failing
the opposites within us are prevailing
We're helplessly confined
within the double lines
doin' our time

The devil hangs decorations just below the eyes
and I hang my soul just above the skies
Just take my birthright
I won't put up a fight
It'll be alright

Freedom cries from corners of our lonely planet;
begs to be heard above the dull truck of time
But though some can hear it
those who fear it
won't let us near it

We're helplessly confined
within the double lines
doin' our time