How do I escape from this torment feelings that turn against me seems that I always prefer to live in the comfort of this cage embracing the coldness I suffer so I can hope.
Sailing in this glass of water I gave up fighting the flow and now I'm sinking while the daylight caresses me.
A forceful tide that never stops dragging me but I never choke.
I'll always find homage in locked up houses locked up hearts.
My heart, my soul... are in hands that cannot hold.