It's true; between these walls is a crying room; and it's a dying room
It's a crime. You stray in him I know; astray itching in this aisle room
I know; souls in a prison is a violent use of our value rules
You take the souls away. Rape riches in this vile tomb
So I ask you. My mind draws a blank
Sitting in this dark room where I can barely stand; I stare at the lines on my hands
I wipe my dirty eyes; say:
This is the game in the crying room and it's violent rules
Consume your hate and feel the blue, come to feed from you
It's creepy in here; my minds not clear
Scared into tears, aware I fear:
Something in here, something burns slow
Oh, I can smell it, I can sense it
I can hear the words in the air: final frontier, despair is here
I don't know when and I don't know where;
But I don't really care as long as I'm dead
Dear Mama, I can't find the reason; the why in this prison
And things I imagine; and things I envision
It don't matter none now for life has just begun now
No, they can't take my soul away
As long as I hear these voices; close my eyes and voice them
I only hurt not broken. Close my eyes and voice them
My angels have spoken
Strong will is my token. Close my eyes and voice them
They take these faults away
Many long years: water and bread. Weight in head
Past is dead; contemplating
What it said in my head: Degrading
Turn my head, lay my head; stare out the window
Look through the bars, listen to the wind blow
Could I change what I chose, would I change how it goes?
And change what I know?
Why did I slave? Why did I rape? Why did I take?
Why did I steal? Nothing in here is so real; just the loneliness
Have no love. Have no blood. Have no faith. Have is hate. Have no reason. Prison
Stop it now, block it. It's too fast. I'm stopping, I'm blocking. It's too mad
I'm sad and it's shocking, and I'm glad I'm blocking the shocking
Now I'm dead. I'm frozen instead, my nerves or my head are like frozen or dead
..And now I feel a great and overwhelming peace emerging from the chaos and confusion;
And my emotions; those raving wild horses stand still at this very moment
The chief looks up at me, and in his eyes I can read:
There has always been the above and the fusion with the chosen;
For they who chose change will undoubtedly receive it and embrace
No longer do I feel it outside
Close my eyes and voice them
God's goodwill unspoken; my new birth was chosen
Close my eyes and open
I only hurt not broke it
Sitting in this dark room I can barely stand
I stare at the lies of my head; these were the ties of a man
I know souls in a prison is a violent use of our value rules
It's a crime you stray in him I know; astray itching in this aisle room
I know….Freedom!