It dripped like Chinese water torture.
Until it was steadily flowing.
The floor began to wash over and blur.
And the water kept on going
My sanity is bloody.
In fact, it's almost dead.
The prison... is flooding.
Right above my head.
I remember mother, once saying:
If you come across trouble, then come back home.
But solitary confinement is where I'm staying.
Because I'm forever locked inside this hole.
Reflecting on the past,
looking on my sin,
I don't deserve to go fast.
For I'm to die, In this stupid hole I'm in.
Until it was steadily flowing.
The floor began to wash over and blur.
And the water kept on going
My sanity is bloody.
In fact, it's almost dead.
The prison... is flooding.
Right above my head.
I remember mother, once saying:
If you come across trouble, then come back home.
But solitary confinement is where I'm staying.
Because I'm forever locked inside this hole.
Reflecting on the past,
looking on my sin,
I don't deserve to go fast.
For I'm to die, In this stupid hole I'm in.
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