Besedila: Battery. Trap.

Twist my arm till I scream your words, but nothing seems to change.
Condemned for looking for the exit to this maze. Thoughts run deep
but so does blood. I will wipe it away and show you what you have
done. Forced to feed the flames, but do I have the strength to remain
unchanged? Slit my wrist till I bleed and the trail has begun. A bloody
hand grasps the bottom rung. I am weak but I will try to clinch my
fist with fury and shatter windows with my cries. Forced to feed the
flames, but do I have the strength to remain unchanged? Reach through