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Cell Silence of a heartbeat the mem'ry of a smile The knife is twisted further to make it worthwhile turn to your religion to give you relief but time marches on and time is a thief Count all your blessings You're a few short Meaning's in the message Lies can distort (4 bars of rhythm) wo oh yeah Look to the future same as the past started out first comin home last as bad burnt as scolded there's no doubt Put you in chains Never work it out (lead break) Made your own dungeon made your own cell thought you were making heaven found you'd made hell Door was always open you'd rather not believe Locked inside a mirror you'd rather not leave Reflection is the jailor Lock is in your head wake up alive Feel like your dead