Testo These Walls Are Strange

These walls are strange, they're the only thing you hate. And we're all innocent we say, and we'll spend out lives detained. And I wrote you a letter to the life that I knew straight from my pen to you and i'll go to the end of the earth tonight if I have to.
And I wish I could dig a hole to china, maybe i'd find freedom there. And maybe I'd break through the core and claw my way out. I can't find the land of the free on the map anywhere