1. CUBICLE

Days, wild lights, now they're gone.
Doubts, close hopes hid the pain.
Where have I gone?
What have I become?

Now we hide the blood’ secret.
We craved for ascension (while) hiding
Then we filled the room with matter,
It’s a shiny burden but they love gold.

If I burn the house down will I gain my forgiveness?
If I put a new mask on will mistakes go away?
It didn't work before.

And there. You stood right besides me
The fate stronger, the chains wider.
The room is big though not big enough
I want to drill a hole and look outside

Days, wild lights, now they're gone.
Doubts, close hopes hid the pain.
Where have I gone?
What have I become?