Sinking down a rounded wall Crumbling into a twisted heap Breath saturated with defeat My tongue exhausted from bitter words Confined, detached, alone With fists, I painted walls crimson Denied, deprived, controlled I've reached my wits end Is this a prison? Is this purgatory? Worn down from the isolation Is there hope through the suffering? Sinking down, I slowly fall Suffocate in complacency Breath saturated with defeat My tongue exhausted from bitter words Confined, detached, alone With fists, I painted walls crimson Denied, deprived, controlled I've reached my wits end Is this a prison? Is this purgatory? Worn down from the isolation Is there hope through the suffering? The walls close in more each day The skin has stretched to its threshold My forehead presses up against the edge The feeling of overgrowth The walls close in more each day Still wrapping tighter around me Now overtaken by restlessness The feeling of overgrowth There's no achievement, only complacency No contentment, I struggle in vain In search of purpose, still I remain Overgrown! ♪ A foreign light stings my eye Unwelcome but yet new A crack in the atmosphere A vision to lead me through A vision to lead me through