Twist my arm till I scream your words, but nothing seems to change Condemned for looking for the exit to this maze. Thoughts run deep But so does blood. I will wipe it away and show you what you have Done. Forced to feed the flames, but do I have the strength to remain Unchanged? Slit my wrist till I bleed and the trail has begun. A bloody Hand grasps the bottom rung. I am weak but I will try to clinch my Fist with fury and shatter windows with my cries. Forced to feed the Flames, but do I have the strength to remain unchanged? Reach through