certainty...corpses bleed cold

arms are weak

my feet are stiff & cold

why do i not escape

arms are weak

my feet are stiff & cold

i'm the scourge 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 & cold

why do i not escape

arms are weak

my feet are stiff & cold

i'm the scourge of my self made walls

dreams of hope come up

and let me fall again even deeper

into the band of pain

steel colours my skin deep red

no death

but eternal torture.