• Before the incessant ticking
    Of the timeless clock
    The darkness pervades
    The silence

    The walls are laid bare
    The windows are overcome
    The door fades away
    The light is extinguished
    Despair rules

    But there is freedom
    Freedom in the darkness where
    No one can see
    Lost in our own worlds
    There is hope

    Even though the freedom
    Is an illusion

    We are all bound in
    This lightless room
    Searching
    Searching for a way
    Stumbling in the dark
    We will never find
    Forced to make our own way
    Our own fate

    Forced to conjure our own truth
    And believe our own lies