Here in this forsaken wonderland
That I call my home, my trap
The mournful cry of a violin
Calls out a name I do not know

A world of black and white is all I see
Looking up at the colorless rainbow
Breathing is something I'll never know
For my dead heart resists its beat

Immune to pain and all emotion
I cannot even yearn for the chance
Of feeling suffocation
Or death.

Without my strings to control me
I'd lie helpless in the dark
Who my puppetmaster is
I would not know.

I crane my neck to face the blankness
Of the nonexistant sky
Crying dry rain down to me
Sending me breathless winds

I have never heard of smiling
Expressions I cannot make
Friends are nowhere for even my shadow
Does not stand beside me

Escape is a forbidden thought
Beyond that trap door bound in chains
But I will forever live in my wonderland
For this emptiness what I know.