(Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold)
(Why do I not escape?)

Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold
Why do I not escape?
Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold
I'm the scourage of my self-made walls

Shadows of the past thrown on me and broke my walls
All the time that has passed
However, the pain is not less
Hopelessly caught in emptiness

Recognition of boredom
Recognition of boredom

Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold
(Why do I?) why do I not escape?
Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold
I'm the scourage of my self-made walls

Dreams of hope come up and let me fall again, even deeper into the band of pain
Steel colours my skin deep red
No death, but eternal torture

Recognition of boredom
Recognition of boredom

Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold
(Why do I?) Why do I not escape?
Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold
I'm the scourage of my self-made walls