Depths Of My Soul Testo

Small room
Room with no view
Confusion in my mind
Is it really me or you?
Out of reach and out of sight
Solitary confinement for peace of mind
With a cyclop's eye through the peephole in the door
Now they kick and they curse me and they get me on the floor
The locks engage
I don't even have the luxury of rage
Feeling far removed i view this situation
Nakedness a new degradation
They stare through a judas hole
But they can't see into the depths of my soul
Depths of my soul