I sit on a wooden chair A place with cold grey walls The sun gives off a faint beam Which will be destroyed by dust Nothing happens, nothing Eyes are swollen
You'll be bound and lost in these walls I don't know What has robbed your control Once more Rescue from the freedom I don't know You rot in your own excretions No one helps you
The colour of things begins to change I will go sick No one's screaming, laughing, crying The skin is wrinkled Eyes are wide opened Forget all thoughts of hope
Caught in this nowhere Bones will get rigid Motionless you lay down On this cold grey stone