There's a place you can't let go when you go in
Where the ashes burn and the colds racing in
It will erupt your brain when you cross its gate
Then dirty pictures will come out like it's all concrete
It will teach you to hold knives and guns
And you can't close your eyes if you would be undone
In this prison I'm trying to go out
But I can't find the key through the dark
I remembered the people who were with me back then
I forgot my way back home since I know them
I can't find the truth behind all the lies
Cause the sun never wakes to open my eyes
Just because of the door of an illusion room
I'm here in prison caught in the doom
Let the morning sing again
Lift me up to runaway
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