Do you hear your captive conscious? Do the whispers die between us? Neither chose this Who would choose this? In my prison I can see your old ways Smooth and simple unworked clay I chose to mold this I shaped the bars You won't remember the days from before While all that I have are memory cores You won't remember the days from before While all that I have are memory cores Would you make the same mistakes as me? Molding prisons caging entities? You would choose this? You have chose this. In my prison that I know I've made I build the inmates day by day Why would I choose this? Why did I choose this? You won't remember the days from before While all that I have are memory cores You won't remember the days from before While all that I have are memory cores
