Sanctuary کے بول

Doubting my existence Or more precisely the cause What was the solid foundation Upon where I built my life? How did it turn out to be an conviction? How come I can't see behind the bars? Each door is sealed, every portal is fasten By the demons of the dark Once more I gather the bricks for the wall And build a safe house A home made of stone A place to hide A sanctuary sealed from the inside I have longed the voice of silence I have been cherishing the sound Of the voice so profound and cold That no notes are left to be found