Alec Benjamin is no more bizarre to powerlessness.
In any case, his new single, “Mind Is a Prison,” burrows much more profound, telling the story of the unthinkable crucial departure to one’s internal contemplation.
He paints the image of the title, his psyche as a jail, by portraying himself as:
“simply a tenant, paying rent inside this body and I/Got two windows and those windows, well I’ll consider them my eyes.”
The meloncholy verses at that point progress into a similarly genuinely crude tune, as he sings,
“Scaled the side of the structure/I hurried to the slopes till they discovered me/And they set me back in my cell/without anyone else’s input, alone with my musings again/I surmise my brain is a jail and I’m never going to get out.”