• The chains that bind my soul,
    to this god forsaken land,
    are tearing it apart
    and grinding it like sand.

    My soul's no longer free,
    for the sins that I have made,
    are pulling it towards Earth,
    to a land of death and trade.

    I'm no longer scared,
    nor am I afraid,
    of this place I dwell in
    or the places i've made.

    How easy life must be
    outside these burning walls.
    I shall never know
    for all I do is fall.