I don't remember how it really happened –
 Nor When... 
 But I was caught and sent to an [bad word] room...
 Made of chains... made of eyes... and made of... I can't say
 But I could feel the harm of their aggressive, and so sad, spirits...
 And the room moved on.... on....on... 

 The trip did not last long but I was borne to a place I did not know.
 place I had never even imagined...
 Who could have? 
 So far from what I believed.

 Not a real place so to say.
 Oh... This place... 

 ...The machinery is actuating... 

 GREAT and OLD building lost inside of their mind
 I don't really know where, don't know why 
 Bleak and isolated, it is rounded by fields.
 What do they cultivate? And they Yield? 

 It looks like a prison - Is it...? Do I...? Do you...?
 Let me speak.... Oh please, please... let me one word or two... 

 Silence seems [bad word] here... only far muffled knocks
 Something is drawing near... Eyes and words made of rock 

 Corridors – Cold
 Doors – closed
 Cell – Someone
 Me... 

 I can [bad word] - can not see - I can't breathe anymore - I can't flee (x2)

 Under a gun - made of words - I must be dreaming - Please awake me
 Under a gun - made of words - judgment of my identity