The Corridor

corus: how could u be the one, stuck in an endless corridor I speak in a native tounge, help me out with these endless chords verse1: now I know that I'm trapped, and I know that I've lapped all demons in my head it's so cold but kept all thw ind in my chest now its time to relapse on the alcoholic trip to my mind I've been spinning in circles of time my prime has been cheating me out of crime, corus: how could I be the one stuck in an endless corridor I speak in a native tounge help me out with endless chords verse2: they fall in line, now I've wrapped all my thoughts in a jar, as I get through this bar, I will sin everyday, and I like to ignore all help that I'm giving, all the hope that I'm missing, and I cope with the vision, I will take my condition, and ill break my position, in the crypt I've been living, cold and rich accusations and these warm observations, all they do is operations on my body, they control all the choices that I make, and they harm variations of me, often wonder what they've taken from me, pardon ponder all the anger of me, now they told I would fail miserably