Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold
Why do I not escape
Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold
I'm the scourage of my self made walls
Shadows of the past thrown on me
And broke my walls
All the time that has passed
However the pain is not less
Hopelessly caught in emptiness
Recognition of boredom
Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold
Why do I not escape
Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold
I'm the scourage of my self made walls
Dreams of hope come up
And let me fall again even deeper
Into the band of pain
Steel colors my skin deep red
No death but eternal torture
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