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