ain't a comfortable lie worth two disturbing truths ?
you say you want to break free but you are your own jail another puppet by your (lack of) will another mindless slave to lord zepam and his soothing chemical nowheres you built those walls around yourself enclosed in your protection like a child in a mother's arms w/trapped in your static certitudes
don't you feel the urge ? don't you want to breathe ? or are you so afraid of sunlight that you'd rather keep your eyes shut forever ?
the choice is yours
we might burn our eyes but we'll still dream of the sun