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!