I constructed my consciousness
From knowledge and thoughts
Beliefs and principles
I've been collecting all this
All my life

These are bricks and mortar
Of my fortress
A fortress, that will become a prison
Will be my hell
A perfect torture chamber
In which i will spend eternity

Mindlessly stuffing information into my head
I build a labyrinth
Too many doors, too many corridors and rooms
Most of them are not real and have no value

There is less and less light
The air is more and more poisonous
It's getting harder for me
To find a way out
Soon the rift will close
And i will forever remain captive
Of my own consciousness

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