Merciful angel with blood on his hands.
He's down on his knees, because there's nowhere to stand
in a dungeon of plastic, a castle of ice.
Ankles tied with elastic, the blindfold is tight.
The windows are shattered, there's bolts on the door,
and the music's so loud, he can't think anymore.
Floodlights are blazing, they shout when he sleeps.
But he prays because he loves them - they treat him like this!
"I am the way and the truth and the light.
I know all the anwers - don't need your advice!
I'll scream if you kick me, I'll bite through my chains;
make you sorry you met me 'til nurse comes again.
With her tray full of needles to dish out the pain.
Sure, soon I'll be peaceful - you can lock me away.
And I'll dream of mountains and fishing for friends,
maybe walk on some water... I'll make fissures of men."