| Still alive I’m getting lost inside this silence
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| Of my lonesome life I’m facing now
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| I can’t crack the surface built up by my fears
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| A prison of my heart, there’s no way out
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| I’m screaming but no one hears me
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| I want to get out
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| Pounding, slamming against the bars
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| My soul is marked by all the scars
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| Can’t you hear me, begging for help
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| I feel buried alive
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| Running time is soaking out my light of life
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| The ticking of the clock is driving me mad
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| You can’t get close to me if you treat me like a child
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| I feel safe within my shell from the inside I cry, I cry
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| I’m screaming but no one hears me
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| I want to get out
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| Pounding, slamming against the bars
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| My soul is marked by all the scars
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| Can’t you hear me, begging for help
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| I feel buried alive
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| Words still unspoken — emotional chains
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| What is the key to leave this golden cage?
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| None of your liquids will make me talk
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| There’s no lunatic behind these walls
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| You always talk
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| Why don’t you try to listen?
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| To find a way inside my shell
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| Maybe you’ll find
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| What no book can tell |