Novembers Doom

Prison walls contain my laugh
Knowing you can't keep me down
I will escape from your pathetic trap
Greeted by the grand applause
I am the hate within your soul
I feed the anger you tried to hide
In the end you locked me away
And I'm bleeding for your madness
Broken glass makes up the floor
Forced to lay and bleed
The enchanting choir of screams
Cutting through like the harvest scythe
I am the fear you have at night
I haunt the dreams of those who know
You're afraid because you know I'm right
For this night, I will feed on your eyes