There seem to be an endless escape
No matter how fast I run
I'm still trapped within these concrete walls
That I built slowly, out of hellish boredom and heartaches
Suffocating, gasping for breath that I know I no longer need
Cause in the end living means suffering
So I continue doing the norm
But deep within my tar black soul
I'm a prisoner of my own lust
And now I'm lost
Forever
