Pacing room to room inside It seems that you can't face the pace of daily life Thinking aloud with no crowd to mind Four walls are all in which you confide People's pressure, a mental tether A police lock pole on The wrong side of your door— Retrace the steps leading you outside Keep running, but there's just no place to hide Feeling too uptight to unwind Dread today's few moments of daylight It's the pressure that you won't measure Stuck in here alone for fear of what's in store It's a social quarantine Pressure, a mental tether A police lock pole on The wrong side of your door It's a social quarantine