enveloping my mind in a wasteland of suspicion
compassion twisted and defiled leaving only hatred
i'm fastened in by the chains of discontent
i'm fastened in by these fucking chains
white walls closing in on me
i'm growing weary of the front that i've established for myself
i'm resenting anyone who begins to assume they can know for themselves
i don't care about them and i'm unmindful of the infection of those who rely on sentiments
carefully calculated explanations
dismissing errors of emotion
i choose to regard them for who and what they are
they are nothing but a fabrication
they never meant a thing to me
a distortion of the senses
a distortion of the senses
i'm growing weary of the front i've established for myself
as i progress i've watched the things i've been taught
i'll never be the same again
i'm fastened in by the chains of discontent
i'm fastened in by these fucking chains
white walls closing in on me
the air is filled with the foul stench of death