[based on "Untitled" by Wes Quick]
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As I sit in this cage,
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I think of the outside world.
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My life is not missed.
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Time continues to pass as I sit in this cell.
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These walls that hold me, closing in, they mock me.
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They laugh at my cries.
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They creep closer and closer till all I see, all I hear
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Is the whispers that come from my concrete tomb.
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These walls call my name, they know me, they know all.
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They enfold the part of me that used to be sane,
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Forever locking it away.
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That part of me is now dead,
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Locked away in its own concrete tomb.
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But still I live, waiting for my day.
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My day to go free,
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or the when all I know will end.
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Fate has dealt me a cruel hand.
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All I have is to live or to die.
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I cannot endure this hell any longer.
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I beg the walls, I plead for them to let me go.
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Let me go, let me out, somebody help!
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My screams fall on deaf ears.
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Concrete Tomb
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Anasarca |