Seems like the walls are closing in again At least at night they start to spin I wonder when I'll see the sky again This frosted glass is not my friend I've got 31 flavors but they all taste like chalk They took all my string and my favorite cinderblock Empty hallways snaking through my brain I wonder where they'll lead this time I've got 31 flavors but they all taste like chalk They took all my string and my favorite cinderblock I've begged and I've borrowed, I'm all out of tomorrows But I never really had a ticket to this show I've got 31 flavors but they all taste like chalk They took all my string and my favorite cinderblock I've got 31 flavors I've got 31 flavors