From this dark room where i lay
I can see a lighted door,but very far away.
And everytime i try to run towards it,
the farther and farther away it gets.
And longer i have to stay,
in this dark room where i lay.
This dark room i call my mind,
where the answer lie close yet i\'m still blind.
Where the blood runs freely,
and all i can do is lie here miserably.
Trapped within these soundproof walls,
where no one can hear my pleading calls.
Loudly i'm screaming
while these crimson tears keep streaming.
I\'m chained to this bed
by all the tears and blood i\'ve shed.
And someone\'s dangled the key right in front of my face,
but it i cannot chase.
Because these chains i cannot break,
no matter how much happiness i manage to fake
for they can see right through me
and they laugh at the thought of me ever being free.
Their taunting laugh rings in my ears,
ringing out my innermost thoughts and my fears.
They\'re pushing me to the edge,
making me believe that there\'s not mmuch more i can manage.
My suffering is their entertainment,
making me wonder where the hell i\'ve been sent.
Their music is my echoing scream
and their joy in the thought my life i may never again redeem.
They play with my thoughts and my needs,
and they give me this knife so i can bleed.
This knife is their pencil
with which they carve my will,
and no matter how much i struggle and twist...
it\'s still managed to be etched into my wrist.
And then they leave me crying and sore,
crying and begging for no more.
It\'s been so long
yet i\'m still lying here crying out my desperate song.
And from this dark room where i lay
I can see a lighted door,but very far away.
And everytime i try to run towards it,
the farther and farther away it gets.
And longer i have to stay,
in this dark room where i lay.
