I've spent countless nights staring at the cracks in the ceiling
thinking to myself will I ever shake this feeling
tossing turning constantly overthinking nothing
with nothing left but this rope to hang
this is my Arsenal from the floor to the ceiling
the pipes behind these walls are silent with no anthem pealing
I've spent restless nights stuck in this room
left here to anticipate a forfeit to my confined doom
my eyes are strained from peering into the gloom
like the cobwebs on the shelf darkness has overcome my soul
my mind it has consumed
I fear for myself I think I've lost all control
to the back of my head my eyes they roll