These rusty walls I try to read.
So many years tried to escape.
Endlessly hoping that some day
someone will fly me away.
I really think this is reality,
not just illusions in my mind.
Trying to save myself from
the labyrinth that I designed.
They heard me scratching the wall.
Oh, how I try to escape.
This can´t be my last resting place.
One step closer with every scrape.
Hiding the deepest secrets.
Afraid to hurt.
The swamp inside is shaking.
Explosion of dirt.
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