Bob

[Verse 1] In a prison of my own creation, enclosed and shrinking, voices start to form. A changing in the court, the beginning of madness, echoes only growing louder. The faiths cruel game, why won’t they cut the cord, string only thinning with time. Days? Hours? Minutes? No grasp on time. It only past never saying hello. [Chorus] Shackles made by my own thoughts, Beatings given by the creatures’ formed in silence, New souls take more control, My only wish is to keep them in. [Verse 2] Chains now breaking, the walls are aching. The Floor and ceiling crack, falling puzzle pieces. Memory is fading, don’t know what day it is. Tomorrow’s only certainty is more fragments forming. [Chorus] The shackles are gone, A new prisoner arrives, They speak of escape, I close the once open door. [Bridge] Only the floor of my cell remains. My friends now begging me to leave. Still, I hold myself in confinement. I know it’s best. [Chorus] Bonds completely broken, Inmates dragging me, Forcing me to freedom, I wale grasping at anything needing to stay inside. [Outro] Unwanted liberation A monster roaming. In an ocean of victims. Paintings and music now created from their torture.