Welcome to my prisoners in my

[INTRO — WHISPER / BEAT]

Welcome to my prisoners in my head

No walls.
No bars.

Just my fucking head.

And they call me…

Criminal.

[VERSE 1]

Four walls made of memories,
no door, no key,
every thought comes back
and keeps staring at me.

Sirens in my bloodstream,
voices in the hall,
I built this little prison
and I can't escape at all.

They say I'm dangerous,
they say I'm insane,
but they don't hear the voices
screaming through my brain.

I smile for the cameras,
I tell them I'm fine,
while another version of me
is doing time.

[PRE-CHORUS]

Heaven keeps me locked inside,
wings on my back, nowhere to hide.
They call it peace,
I call it a cage—

And every thought inside my head
is another fucking inmate.

[CHORUS — BIG / DANCE]

I'm a criminal in my head,
running circles till I drop dead.
No bars, no chains,
but I can't get out—
my own damn mind
is the prison now.

They call me criminal,
criminal, criminal.
Maybe I'm dangerous,
maybe I'm miserable.

Heaven holds me back,
my mind holds me down.
I'm the criminal king
of my own damn town.

[VERSE 2 — RAP]

Cops in my head,
sirens every night,
every thought gets arrested
when I try to make it right.

One voice says, “Go.”
One voice says, “Stay.”
One voice wants heaven,
one wants to break away.

Fuck being normal,
fuck being clean,
you don't know the war
behind the fucking screen.

I wear a smile
like a prison uniform,
act like I'm calm
while the inside gets torn.

[PRE-CHORUS]

Heaven keeps pulling me back,
like I'm guilty for the things I lack.
If paradise is where I'm supposed to be—

Why does it feel like
another cell to me?

[CHORUS]

I'm a criminal in my head,
running circles till I drop dead.
No bars, no chains,
but I can't get out—
my own damn mind
is the prison now.

They call me criminal,
criminal, criminal.
Maybe I'm dangerous,
maybe I'm miserable.

Heaven holds me back,
my mind holds me down.
I'm the criminal king
of my own damn town.

[BRIDGE — QUIET / EMOTIONAL]

Maybe the prison isn't real.

Maybe the walls are thoughts.

Maybe the guard is fear.

Maybe the key
was never lost.

[BREAKDOWN — BEAT STOPS]

Open the door.

Open the door.

OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR.

…

Nothing.

[FINAL CHORUS — FULL ENERGY]

**I'm a criminal in my head,
every thought leaves another thread.
No bars, no chains,
still locked somehow—
I was looking for the prison…

It was me all along.

They call me criminal.

Criminal.

They call me criminal.

CRIMINAL.

[OUTRO — WHISPER]

The prison has no walls.

Because the prison…

is my head.