"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...

I..

Tempted...

When you...

Promise...

The world...



Blood on my fingers,

Jesus was that really me?



SorryThankYou, SorryThankYou, SorryThankYou"