| As I sit in this cage
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| I think of the outside world
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| My life is not missed
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| Time continues to pass as I sit in this cell
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| These walls that hold me, closing in, they mock me
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| They laugh at my cries
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| They creep closer and closer till all I see, all I hear
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| Is the whispers that come from my concrete tomb
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| These walls call my name, they know me, they know all
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| They enfold the part of me that used to be sane
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| Forever locking it away
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| That part of me is now dead
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| Locked away in its own concrete tomb
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| But still I live, waiting for my day
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| My day to go free
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| Or the when all I know will end
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| Fate has dealt me a cruel hand
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| All I have is to live or to die
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| I cannot endure this hell any longer
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| I beg the walls, I plead for them to let me go
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| Let me go, let me out, somebody help!
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| My screams fall on deaf ears |