Confined In A Room
Stone Walls, No Doors
Suffering In Solitary
Face To The Cold Marble Floor
No Sounds Are Made
Not Even My Own Screams
The Ceiling Drags On Forever
The Black Abyss Of Dreams
Scarred Walls, Bloody Fingers
Forever, This Lament Will Linger
Loneliness Turns To A Scent Of Disdain
There's No Escape, There's No Escape
Breaking The Skin Of My Knuckles
Bones Slowly Grind To Dust
As Long As I Stand, I'll Keep Forcing
Until The Will Of The Machine Begins To Rust
This Godforsaken Kingdom
This Fight For Freedom
My Hands Are Contorted
Still Trapped To This Illusion
[No Comfort In Life
No Comfort In Death
Doesn't Matter What You Select
Your Still Confined To It] x2
[No Comfort In Life
No Comfort In Death
Doesn't Matter What You Select
Your Still Confined To It] x2
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