My thoughts
are bound by the boundaries of your thought

I havenít uttered yet,
are altered by your doubt

Liberties, I once thought I enjoyed,
are tangled in the chain

Only within the artificial freedom you allow me am I free

Only within the confines of my prison cell
can I manoeuvre as I will


Who stabbed me in the back Ö
Iíll never know

I only heard them laugh as darkness fell


Will dawn ever return?

Will children play again?

Will emptiness forever fill the room?


As we convinced ourselves
we can defeat the essence of defeat
the gates of Hell reopened
and we woke up in DC



October 22, 2004