Fortress

Can't see out but I can see in Feel my way by intuition It won't be that bad even though it hurts way too much I choose belief I'll just have to toughen up No clocks in this fortress that protects the world from my wounded heart Once branded a criminal time means nothing at all You just get wrung out trying to wash the stain off Still I choose wild hope in the face of creeping torture They captured an artist but they paint the wrong portrait