I walk through the ruins haunted by the past
reminders of my fear
the memories of pain stay here to last
they will not disappear
the walls reflect the echoes of my screams
sound goes on and on
the trial keeps recurring in my dreams
reality has gone
no hope
just tears
inside the ministry
no hope
just fears
a silent tear shed in a lonely hell
accompanied by hate
forgotten years spent in a prison cell
no witnesses to tell
the walls reflect the echoes of my screams
sound goes on and on
the trial keeps recurring in my dreams
reality has gone
no hope
just tears
inside the ministry
no hope
just fears
split personality
forced to conformity
destroyed by brutality
unfit to reality
quest for indentity
I walk through the ruins haunted by the past
reminders of my fear
the memories of pain stay here to last
they will not disappear
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