Eight Years (Prison) LIVE

After Therapy

Trapped in this place for eight years of disgrace 
I am wondering what I can do 
Lies of salvation that bring my damnation 
And tightens the hand of my doom 
These chains that bind me where no one can find me 
My tortured soul won't be let go 
My senses long for the right from the wrong 
To feel life like I used to know 

No scams to trick it or needles to prick it 
An angel too bright to deceive 
Thoughts that are spinning behind insane grinning 
Mere daydreams for my mind to weave 
Demented screaming disrupting my dreaming 
The teardrops are falling like rain 
I run but fall--I'm attached to this wall 
And can't drag the ball and chain 

Nobody guards me--I sit and grieve 
The key is within my reach but I can never leave 

Lines in the walls made when afternoon falls 
Mark all my hours of pain 
Lines in my spine that were scratched from behind 
More when the night falls again 
Nothing to do except suffer the moods 
That sprang from the seeds I have sown 
Cling to the hope I won't swing from a rope 
Someday soon I'll be let go
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