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I'm sitting in my cold cell,

which some may call room

but I know better...

I'm a prisoner to this world

forced to live and forced to feel

but both means nothing to me.

My screaming soulcannot be heard

and the tears I shed cannot be seen

for decades I've been living in misery.

And many times I've wondered

why people around me never realize

that every laughter and every amile

is just pretense.

Or is it that they don't want to see?

Life is beautiful, it has to be...

But when I look at this pile of lied,

which others may call life.

I feel nothing but pain...

Isn't it evolution that brings meaning to life?

But the only things evolving are my feelings

from wrath to hate, from hate to despair,

again and again...

Maybe death can bring me the answer I want

cause I know for sure that

this life has nothing to offer.

So let's see...

But when I look at this pile of lies,

which others may call life.

I feel nothing but pain...

Maybe death can bring me the answer I want

cause I know for sure that

this life has nothing to offer.

So let's see...

Or is it that they don't want to see?

Life is beautiful, it has to be...