Blood-made concrete
Walls of mistakes
Here no one can cheat
Only joyces are fakes
I will perish by my hands
And brandish my heart to the crowd
Soiling my blood with their bile
But I just wanna be free
Forget and erase
The sum of all my mistakes
I need to find redemption
The only way : oblivion
Left alone in this cell
So much time to contemplate my grief
Sun is gone and this is hell
Turmoiling amongst unsane beliefs
So long waiting, so long creeping
I tried to make my way
No futur on the horizon
I just can't smile when I catch a memory back from a past
That sometimes wasn't so dark
But most of the time, I'm colorblind, and all is black
Dry bread and tepid water
This is the taste of my life
Since I am a self-made inmate
Since I am a self-made inmate
Between the walls, no protection
Between the walls, the confinement
I dream of windows and doors
And authorized glance to the sun
mardi, mai 22, 2012
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