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

 Dreams of [bad word] up 
 And let me fall again even deeper 
 Into the band of pain, 
 Steel colours my skin deep red, 
 No death, but eternal toture