And now… I'm lying here   Watching in silence   The process, almost complete,   This door is locked, enchanted with demise      And an image foreseen from the other room… Is this me?      The struggling to gain the throne of his own senses,   Dressed in disguise,   They paint him white, from head to toe   Oblivious to the void, its absence will apply      Staring, at the edge of time   Circulating without remorse   No regret for knowing too much   And staring at the eye of my world      The walls will stand tall and proud tomorrow   In this place where time stands still   Impossible to cure my image,   Impossible to cut my will      Mirrors upon mirrors of my soul trapped in a maze,   But it's useless to express the pain   Room 63 is silent tonight   Behind the door, you can barely hear   Footsteps to another dream   From here      Will you hear?