The prisoner in her castle
This swamp is made out of words
Greased by the years
If one can't forgive
One will die in his tracks
I've tried to flounder
Be like before
But the rainy day goes on
I'll drown anyway
Somebody whispered me go
Voices in my head are yelling go already
Before you'll see everyone sunken
Why is the mind eternally imprisoned in its castle
Turning images at whim
And you can see evil wherever you want to
There will be ugliness aplenty if you're ugly yourself
Everyone has to guard their own
I turn around when I'm not yet bitter
In hate lies the bottomless trap
I run since I'm not sunken yet
This swamp is the home of dusk
The spirits are staring
If I don't want to wet my foot
Who will make me?
I've seen my mirror change
The image distorts
And I don't understand the purpose
What's the reason behind everything?
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