Thousand roads and countless hopes
Buried beneath, never to be seen
Foul abyss on the left on the right side a dead end
No matter where you turn
There is no home
Each place is the same it hides your flame
Barred windows, locked doors
The straitjacket makes you faint
I will rip off my limbs and wake all my sins
I will set me free from walls within
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