my prison is my own
the doing of myself
and the walls are strong
my mind is it’s own
a creation of itself
there is something wrong
outside lies terror
the kind found in hell
and i can’t get away
outside is everything
all the under accomplished
all the hate
i can’t find the door
i’m too afraid
i can’t find the will to walk
there’s a devil outside
and there’s one in here
yet i have nothing to fear
but for some reason
i can not move
and i can not breathe
i close my eyes
as the room spins
i close my eyes
as it opens
i am arriving
you can’t win