Arms are weak, my feet are stiff & cold 

why do I not escape 

arms are weak, my feet are stiff & cold 

I'm the scourage 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- 

hopelessy 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 scourage 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 toture