I'm trapped in a place, a dungeon without a key. 
But still, I'm trying to reach you. 

Stuck in a place where the clock won't stop ticking, 
and every day it feels like time is coming out on life. 

I'm stuck in a place where the sun stays longer than the moon, 
where gloom destroys grown men's happiness. 
But still, I want to reach you. 

I'm stuck in a place where boredom ignites violence and vice versa, 
creating a sense of tension and paranoia amongst a group of people 
in the same situation with the same end goal. 

Stuck in a place where that same violent behavior makes that man a hero, 
embraced by his peers, a notch above the rest. 

I'm stuck in a place where the nights are cold 
with no women to hold, 
but still, I reach out to her. 

Yes, I'm stuck in this place, imprisoned, 
but they can't hold me much longer. 

So I have a question to ask you; 
Can you reach out to me? 

- Maurice Brown