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The shackles are just an illusion made by yourself

Still wallowing in despair and confusion

Can't get a grip of yourself

You cast no shadow cause you don't exist

You nameless one

Maybe you're the fortunate one

Selfmade hell

A hell you can't deny

Can't stop crying life cause life is misery

Can't stop laughing at others tragedy

Lonelyness hardens you

Sorrow is the trigger that makes you want to go through

These sterile hallways

...endless whire hallways

So easy to get lost here

And your demons are trapped underneath the paint