Fortress

Can't see out but I can see in 
Feel my way by intuition 
It won't be that bad 
even though it hurts 
way too much 
I choose belief 
I'll just have to toughen up 

No clocks in this fortress 
that protects the world 
from my wounded heart 
Once branded a criminal 
time means nothing at all 
You just get wrung out 
trying to wash the stain off 

Still I choose wild hope 
in the face of creeping torture 
They captured an artist 
but they paint the wrong portrait