Envision a prison
In which you're damned to listen
To pain in its purest form
Like rain bleeding through a furious storm
You're damned to watch
Helpless on your knees
Eternally caught
Between endless echoing screams
You shut your eyes
To spare one sense
Before you rise
Embrace suspense
You realise
That you've been blessed
The gift residing inside of your chest
You open your door and hear no more cries
Our Visions of Hell have finally died
In which you're damned to listen
To pain in its purest form
Like rain bleeding through a furious storm
You're damned to watch
Helpless on your knees
Eternally caught
Between endless echoing screams
You shut your eyes
To spare one sense
Before you rise
Embrace suspense
You realise
That you've been blessed
The gift residing inside of your chest
You open your door and hear no more cries
Our Visions of Hell have finally died
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