Walking in circle, I'm trying to look for the door and the key.
Lost in this maze that I owned
I am it's master yet I lost the path to exit this trapped
In this place— where you'll lose your mind
Your key is your sanity and the door...
Imprinted was your rationality—the exit.
Perhaps, I couldn't find my way out of this
For the key is slowly fading as I look for it.
And the door, I couldn't find it for my rationality was hidden somewhere never to be found.
That only when it's vanishing into pieces would it bestow you it's presence
As if to tell you how you couldn't have this
You are trapped because you couldn't keep this
You will lose what you have
Trapped in this anxiety
You will never find the exit to this cold cage
You'll be forever trapped
This is my den, a pretend home.
A place of restriction.
A kingdom where the place rules it's master.
Where it will keep you in place.
A caged that you build on your own.
Where the key is in your hand yet you don't know how to use it.
You are the only presence here.
And a voice only you can hear as you try to save this rumbling kingdom.
Don't let your insanity take you away.