Certainty… Corpses Bleed Cold – Caliban – letras

Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and coldWhy do I not escapeArms are weak, my feet are stiff and coldI’m the scourage of my self made wallsShadows of the past thrown on meAnd broke my walls,All the time that has passed,However the pain is not less-Hopelessy caught in emptinessRecognition of boredom…Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and coldWhy do I not escapeArms are weak, my feet are stiff and coldI’m the scourage of my self made wallsDreams of hope come upAnd let me fall again even deeperInto the band of pain,Steel colours my skin deep red,No death, but eternal toture