Sepultura

Sarcastic Existence

Humidity could be felt on the walls
Touched with the palm and used to scare
They used to sweat, they used to stink
Everything swamped and hot
But in the corner, laying on a bed
A cold piece, made to stay alive
Trapped within its body
It could not think anymore
Thoughts of time of sanity
The world was isolated
Where the sun would salute him
And the night was violent
Fear and guilt
Invade the corners of the room
Pain was felt constantly
They keep on destroying