All the dreams have been lost There is no more room for them The big sleep avoids me Hides its black cage of comfort from me Loneliness chokes me with its darkness and cruelty Cages aren't made of iron They are made of thoughts And scars But they were never mine Peace was never an option Never an option Sucking dry the essence of serenity Injecting anxiety in the unfathomable void digging my belly Until it floods Continual nausea Putrid stench of an existence That was not mine The wounds of the genealogical ghost Still hurt Don't know why I was born Cages aren't made of iron They are made of thoughts And scars But they were never mine Peace was never an option I am the agonizing The gasp that precedes the death of another Like a smell of sulfur that refuses to disappear When everything is already extinct I am the agonizing The gasp that precedes the death of another Like a smell of sulfur that refuses to disappear When everything is already extinct Cages aren't made of iron They are made of thoughts And scars But they were never mine Peace was never an option Never an option