Painted on the walls they are
I cannot reach; they’re too far
Are they real, are they not
I have a present past that I forgot
No, what is real, and what is false
My screaming heart and throbbing pulse
Tells me that I am not being tricked
Across my face the salty tears are flicked
What have I done to reach this place
A painful chamber, a devilish face
Keeps haunting me, traps me down here
My aching insanity will never disappear
Shadows of what a life looks like
I think that I’ve been psyched
I’ve been here for way too long
I don’t think I can keep being strong
I’m tired and so weak
My freedom I seek
But that’s not possible
Escape is improbable