The only one that could make a difference is caged up inside
Chained up within their own mind
With the instructions rewinding, playing again
But they can't do a thing
Bound as they are in their own restriction
They can barely breathe around their gag and toxic air
There's such blinding illumination
But nothing can be seen for the shadows - trying to flee
The trickle of water is their heartbeat
Faint, weak, ready to give in but unable to
Beyond the shallow pulse there is no more noise
Only their own exhalation
And occasional rattles of the bindings
Cold on their skin, ice burning through
But they cannot scream
They can't do a thing but endure
Thinking of times when they were free
And locked in this prison they struggle
And the only one that could make a difference is locked up in their mind
Dreaming of being free
The only one that could make a difference is me.
