Sometimes I feel trapped, though it's really hard to say.
I'm all locked up, with nothing else to say.
Trapped inside my own skin, struggling to break free.
The chains that bind me too the floor,
the constent drip of the faucet,
It annoy's me so,
but I can't get up to stop it.
Nobody can save me from this hell,
'cause it's deep below thier feet.
The chains that deprive me of my freedom,
dance to the sound of your feet.
Can you hear them?
Can you hear the demons?
They tourment me,
thier laughs so loud,
knowing you can't hear me.
They lick my saltey teardrops,
as they fall off my face.
The demons love my tears,
there not afraid to show it.
They put a coller around my neck,
but I cry and bang,
hopeing you can hear me.
The wall's are dirt,
softening my thuds.
I try not to cry,
fearing bieng drowned in the mud.
Left behind and broken,
They whisper sweet nothings in my ears.
I lay on the floor,
No freedom to be heard.
I knew the end was comeing soon,
The knowledge breaks my heart,
But It's the demons that I fear.
Or is it the solitude,
whispering in my ear.
