Lock In - William Beckett

I hear whispers, hear them talking

Might be lost, but not forgotten

I’m a tin man, I’m a lock-in

Politicians and semantics

add a flair for the dramatics

When it crumbles down, they come knocking

Windows bought and boarded down.

Floor falls out beneath our feet

Seas of screams without a sound

will carry clear across the world so loud.

Under the surface, it’s much more than it seems.

Population in a panic

While the sickness is expanding

but the lights are on in the attic

Doors are closed, locks are on

People lining every street

Power to those who pry them off

They’ll do anything to find the key

Under the surface, it’s much more than it seems.

Not a nation unaffected

for the fearful are cemented

to the promise of a safe haven.

Windows bought and boarded down

Floor falls out beneath our feet

Seas of screams without a sound

will carry across the world so loud

Doors are closed, locks are on

People lining every street

Power to those who pry them off

They’ll do anything to find the key

They’ll do anything to find the key

Under the surface, it’s much more than it seems

Much more than it seems.