Concentric, gray, with cells a thousandfold
The prison fortress is closed
The tower of the guards in the middle
With windows black as tar
Has anyone ever been there?
Are they there all the time?
The cells without doors
Only wall concrete and glass
No contact with others
No contact with yourself
The light glares from outside
The emptiness stares from within
No one knows when they will peek
The threat is disciplined
Forgotten there for years
No longer noticed by anyone
The bodies are tormenting themselves
And serving a spirit
No one has ever been in the tower
They were just parked here
Everyone contorts themselves behind windows
Willingly to add
The broken will clings
to their nameless lies
Nobody could use them anymore
No guard has ever spied on them
But they don't know that< br/>But they don't know that
And so they obey
Each one in grotesque numbers
And so they obey
And they still consider it to be true today