The walls are closing in me
The ticks of the clock, engraved in my mind
I'm sitting in ''my room''
Waiting for the day to come
For Freedom, or Eternal Freedom?
I yet have to know
Accused for things I can't recall
Visions of gory actions
Not my doing though...
I keep on raving, on dreaming
Full of anxious swearts
Willing to know what happened
Nothing is told
Ignorance seemed an ideal here
Been here for 20 years, and I still wonder
The day of judgement still unknown
Holding onto my memories
Now I wait, for the day to come
Hoping that someone will save me
I walk around the cell
Like a mouse in its cage
I kneel next to the bed
And grab the hidden needle
Playing with it in my hands
I rally all my courage and insanity
And I manage to unlock the cell
Off for an escape, from Hell itself.
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