I am left in this house for the sick
Where the ailing and dying give their last words with their last breaths
Offering a view of Paradise
Or a view of Hell
The constant screams haunt my dreams
Echoes of the lost souls cry out to me
"Offer us a way out of this living hell!
But we don't want your redemption, we want our freedom."
It never stops, never ends
Circular reasoning is what keeps them here
In between Hell and something like it
This house is my house
And I'd give it all away just to get away
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