Sleep on Stones - Interlace

There is a presence in this room

An image replayed in slow motion

So clear my eyes cannot see

Faint voices whispers and moans

I sleep on stones

Stigmatized I am alone

In here

In a hall of memories

Are you there?

The walls are closing in We are here

I carry my burden whispers and moans

I sleep on stones

I waste away

Atrophy, a case closed

A lost cause

A clenched fist

Pave the way of resistance

Fade fast

Close the distance between good and evil

I am in between

I bleed

I plead to be free at last

There is a prisoner in this room

Where chaos evolves into fiction

A man who once was me Receding laughter whispers and moans

I sleep on stones