This world put me in isolation
I scrape at the walls eternally
Empty is my heart with no hope
At midnight I paint the patterns neat
I drop my utensil and refocus my design
I shriek once I triumph over defeat
This world put me in isolation
I scrape at the walls eternally
Empty is my heart with no hope
At midnight I paint the patterns neat
I drop my utensil and refocus my design
I shriek once I triumph over defeat