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Deep in the dark.

In the wet and cold.

Surrounded by walls.

With a hole in soul.

Just see time pass

And wait for death.

Misery lives in your heart,

Hell passes through your brain.

You're under arrest.

Living this dreadful pain.

You live, but don't know what for.

Always, looking for something more.

"Why am I not dead?.

Madness is on my head.

I would like to stay

Out of this life instead."

Just see time pass

And wait for death.

You ask "Why was I born?"

Dungeon, won't never see the morn.