They painted your walls black
And gave you food but no water
They played a song… A morbid tune
While your throat went dry
They built a fire around you
Saying it would keep you warm
See what they’ve done
In your hand they’ve put a gun
Blow your head… stop the run
In the tunnel of time
There’s no more fun
Now please don’t try
The effort would pain you
Every turn you make leads to another
Cause you’re in a maze…a perfect square
This truth will cripple you
The game you play is the game you lose
May be it’s a little heavy on your head
But this is what happens
When your guardian angel wants you dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem