Coliseum This Mind Is Trapped Inside This Body
I'm sick of breathing carbon monoxide. My lungs are filled with fumes. I'm sick of seeing the side of me you see. The side I never let through. There's no air in this city, I need something pure. This voice is my only hope. These hands are my only escape. This my is locked inside this body that I've never recognized. Mirror looks back with eyes I've never seen. A face of a man that I don't want to know. There's no air in this city, I need something pure. This voice is my only hope. These hands are my only escape. This my is locked inside this body that I've never recognized.
