locked in the prisons of lust and want, of needs and gravied-envy
some where in the disturbed rooms of the universe
find me the naked voices that cries, "Free!" "Free!"  "Free!"

find them, find them quickly
that I might freely walk where the stumbled children run
where the ghosts of pain stalk the caged and limping clan
and I'll spit upon their eager stare, their lumbering dust
when like angel fish they swim in and out of victims lives
wanting everything, everyone, every-every they can hound
and as if on broken bones build stairs upon which they walk

oh, the screaming seeping through the walls
sounds like children playing in the open fields
they're the language of naked voices not free
prisoners chained in isolation wards

who cares? who cares?
they're clothed like the rest of human kin
staring without hope for some change in the air
for a key that might set them free
bursting gates, wrenching bars
flattening hills, supporting dikes

they scream, scream, scream toward the strangled air
toward absent ears in their empty world
they scream as if music was the song
emitted from throats that have no space to float

but life continues on
on until the parousia breaks
breaks open the dungeons in our minds