The shackles are just an illusion made by yourself Still wallowing in despair and confusion Can't get a grip of yourself You cast no shadow cause you don't exist You nameless one Maybe you're the fortunate one Selfmade hell A hell you can't deny Can't stop crying life cause life is misery Can't stop laughing at others tragedy Lonelyness hardens you Sorrow is the trigger that makes you want to go through These sterile hallways ...endless whire hallways So easy to get lost here And your demons are trapped underneath the paint