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Can you hear it?
The gentle tick of the clock
And the voice.
The voice commanding me,
The voice controlling me.
White wash walls waiting to be painted,
Free food and nice white clothes,
And friendly faces in white coats.
They call this prison?
It's not my fault you tempted me
Calling to the beast locked deep inside.
You asked for it with your words.
It's not my fault you now cover the walls.
White wash walls waiting to be painted,
Free food and nice white clothes,
Grotesque images dressed in white.
Why do they blame me?
They say he doesn't exist,
The beast locked inside
But he is and he loves me,
Unlike you.
White wash walls waiting to be painted,
Maggots, decay and soiled clothes,
Grotesque images dressed in white.
Why didn't you love me?
Starved and hungry;
It wasn't my fault.
It wasn't me.
Please believe it wasn't me.
Once white walls crumble and turn red,
Maggots, decay and soiled clothes,
Grotesque images dressed in white.
Why do I live?
My white prison turns red
As my lips are stained.
I had to add some color
To this room of hell.
Once white walls crumble and turn red,
Maggots, decay and soiled clothes,
Grotesque images dressed in white.
My prison of decayed love.
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