(Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold   Why do I not escape?)   Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold   Why do I not escape?   Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold   I'm the scourage of my self made walls      Shadows of the past thrown on me   And broke my walls   All the time that has passed      However the pain is not less   Hopelessly caught in emptiness      Recognition of boredom   Recognition of boredom      Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold   (Why do I?) Why do I not escape?   Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold   I'm the scourage of my self made walls      Dreams of hope come up   And let me fall again even deeper   Into the band of pain   Steel colours my skin deep red   No death, but eternal toture      Recognition of boredom   Recognition of boredom      Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold   (Why do I?) Why do I not escape?   Arms are weak, my feet are stiff and cold   I'm the scourage of my self made walls