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With no escape, I drift, lost yet I recognize this place place so known to me shelter in self-opression I'm in a sad state of siprit confidence, persistence... devotion to this perversion bounds me in delusion hear me, my friend, hear me behind these walls of silence hope is left burried in time it went down fading with each cry I stare into abiss I turn my back on me is there a way out? Hera me, my friend, hear me behind these walls of silence with no peace, I drift, lost yet I recognize this place place so known to me shelter in self opression i'm in a sad state of spirrit confidence, persistence... devotion to this perversion bounds me in this delusion. From Letras Mania