Prisoner Of Your Own Soul

For years you're sitting in a coffin

Made by yourself

Trapped between four naked walls

Rusty chains have grown into your skin

During the years

Is it worth suffering for a deed you have done?

But isn't it your own fault that you are in this situation

Didn´t you always want out?

Out into the wide world to find your own way

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Prisoner of yourself

Now you're sitting here in this cold dungeon

No future a human wreck

And what you think?

You believe in death that frees your soul of this pain

Our pitifull life that isn't a life

Only existing of eating and suffering

The humid air that decomposes your bones

The darkness that rips your mind apart

The madness that breakes your neck

The coldness that makes you shame

The tears that flow down your face like a river

Chorus

But now youngest son of a poor man

Now it's too late for remorse and atonement

Now you can only count the days

That go by like dried blood waiting for mercy

Or dying in your four stone walls chained on your rusty chains

That have worked their way to your bones