Certainty…Corpses Bleed Cold

Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold,
Why do I not escape?
Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and 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 and cold,
Why do I not escape?
Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and 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...