Lyrics
My cry echoes on a naked wall
Expressing a cry that reverberates in solitude against an empty wall.
Cold like a crystal
Describing the coldness of the environment, akin to a crystal.
Numbered hours creeping
Time is passing slowly, marked by numbered hours, creating a sense of anticipation.
Insanity strangles reality...
Conveying a state where insanity overwhelms and distorts reality.
Weakened, crushed, formed
Feeling weakened, crushed, and reformed, possibly indicating a transformative experience.
New dimensions arise
New perspectives or dimensions emerge from the challenges faced.
My mind becomes a fortress
The mind becomes a stronghold, resistant to external influences.
Inpregnable, shut
The fortress of the mind is impenetrable and closed off.
The walls between us make the public safe...
Highlighting the protective nature of walls that separate individuals for public safety.
Read my scars...see why I'm like that
Inviting others to understand the pain and experiences through visible scars.
Read my scars...and don't ask me why
Encouraging not to inquire about the reasons behind the scars.
Whisper turns into a scream
A transition from a whisper to a scream, indicating intensified emotions.
Light would burn my skin
Suggesting vulnerability to light and sensitivity to external stimuli.
My legs, useless instruments
Describing the physical debilitation of legs, possibly metaphorical.
My eyes, almost blind
Expressing significant impairment of vision.
See the sunny world outside
Contrasting the outside world's brightness with the internal struggles.
Ignorant of the fact
People outside are unaware of the internal turmoil, remaining ignorant.
Faking shock, forgetting fast
Acting normal while hiding the pain, possibly indicating a facade.
Freedom is a gift...
Freedom is presented as a precious gift but may have an ironic undertone.
My cry echoes on a naked wall
Repetition of the cry against the empty wall, emphasizing isolation.
Cold like a crystal
Reiteration of the cold and crystalline nature of the surroundings.
Numbered hours creeping
Repeating the theme of time passing slowly and the encroachment of insanity.
Insanity strangles reality...
Reemphasizing the overpowering effect of insanity on reality.
The walls between us make the public safe...
Reiterating the protective function of walls for public safety.
Read my scars...see why I'm like that
Encouraging others to understand the internal struggles through visible scars.
Read my scars...and don't ask me why
Discouraging inquiries into the reasons behind the scars.
The walls between us make the public safe...
Repeating the idea of walls as a safeguard for the public.
Read my scars...see why I'm like that
Reiterating the invitation to understand the individual through visible scars.
Read my scars...and don't ask me why
Reiterating the request not to question the reasons behind the scars.
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