Trapped inside this imaginary cell,
premonitions got the best of me.
My cowardice is a brass lock,
and courage would be the key.

No room left to breathe,
nobody left to confide.
Will I ever escape from here?
For now, I'll have to abide.

I surrender to the capsule,
not knowing what's to come.
Letting go of my future worries,
to my memories I succumb.

I disregard the thought
that this'll be my tomb.
I turn to reminiscence,
going back to the womb.

Seasons are passing by,
I could not even tell.
Eyes...