Where life stays, always the same
Where days stuck in the mud
Νo light to shine through
A place with no windows or exits
The uninvited of the world
A place no one calls by name
A place, where everyone forgets
As they never existed
Where everyone carries their chains
Where lives stuck in the mud
No light to shine through
Where life has always a bad taste
The neglected of the world
The unpersons of the world
The uninvited of the world
A monument to oblivion
The uninvited of the world