Certainty... Corpses Bleed Cold

Arms are weak, my feet are stiff & cold 
why do I not escape 
arms are weak, my feet are stiff & cold 
I'm the scourage of my self made walls 

Shadows of the past thrown on me 
and broke my walls, 
all the time that has passed, 

However the pain is not less- 
hopelessy caught in emptiness 

recognition of boredom... 

Arms are weak, my feet are stiff & cold 
why do I not escape 
arms are weak, my feet are stiff & cold 
I'm the scourage of my self made walls 

dreams of hope come up 
and let me fall again even deeper 
into the band of pain, 
steel colours my skin deep red, 
no death, but eternal toture