Locked up in this cage
Iâm a slave to my rage
You always try to help
But you wonât understand
Seems like my first steps
30 years down the line
Taking my first sip
This pain tastes so fine
Strings of this guitar
They try to reflect my pain
But they are getting tired
Of this bitter serenades
Leave it, Iâll find
My own way to my grave
Iâll hold my head up high
As I descend into this filth
Sucking my own blood
Out of my own veins
Searching for some life
In this stupid rotten shell
Making promises
That âIâll be just fineâ
While I search in dark
For a place that I can hide
These hooks in my flesh
They are being pulled again
Never mind the pain
Iâm a puppet in this game
Leave it, Iâll survive
Itâs not a long run anyway
With just a bit of hope
Things will come to an end.