Tell me I don't need a blade that's razor sharp just to keep my thoughts under a lock and key.nMaking bad decisions, press along while nails dig into me, scream for help but no one cares, it doesn't matter anyway.nTell me I don't need a blade that's razor sharp just to keep my thoughts under a lock and key.nNo.nLight won't carry through the room, the doors are locked, it's darkening.nEvery step I take gets worse, solutions want to fail me.