"Could I
break through
the wall you put me in,
Can I,
be sure,
You even keep me here,

blood on
my fingers,
seems to testify
to my
imprisonment,
but I have my doubts

I fade
the sound
away
I will,
choose,
silence

Do I,
resist,
when you bring me bread?
am I,
still tempted,
when you promise more?

Silence,
I like the sound of it
If I keep it up
then will you let me go?

Blood on my fingers,
Jesus was that really me?
SorryThankYou, SorryThankYou, SorryThankYou, ThankYou, let me go

Keep me here? Keep me here?

Am

Tempted
When you
Promise
The world

Blood on my fingers,
Jesus was that really me?

SorryThankYou, SorryThankYou, SorryThankYou"