I'm sitting in a room thats simple
with only bare necesities,so i use my temple
for theres no activities, that i can do
but lately i been spending time on books
i gained respect for them greatly beore i didn't take 1 look
or at them glance,but now i have all this time on my hands
watching the clock's hands,wishing time could fly
sometimes a few visitors do come by
but throught out the years
visits just like tears, vanish
i'm stuck in my own hell and death is slowly looking well
like an advantage
cause i cannot manage to indure this for longer
stuck indoors ooh how i hunger
not to be forgotten among strangers
in a world full of constant dangers
but it wont be longer,i'll get wat i deserve
in just a matter of minutes justice will be served

tell me wat u think