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A labyrinth hidden in your inmost thoughts

A maze

With several exits

Of which you don't know

Which one you should choose

Thoughts wizzing around in your head

If you won't let them fly

They keep you like a prisoner

Without will, without power

Without ideals, without rights

Without ideals, without rights

You will become a puppet, a marionette

Only doing what they order you to do

Walking around like a ghost

With feature like a corpse

As white as the walls

Of your environment

You can be happy that you don't perceive

Who you are or what you do

Still there is a feeling that tells you

That you don't want to be anymore

The window is near but you can't jump

It's as closed as your soul

You're running against the wall

Untill your blood is oozing down your face

Untill your blood is oozing down your face

Your white room is getting red

You don't even perceive that you are dead

Because you've been dead for a long, long time