Wherever I look I see locked doors and empty walls,
With my fingers crossed, I linger in four corners.

My body's broken left and right, my hands are tied,
My words are dry, each and every night.

In my backbone chilling me, a job that's slowly killing me.

And when the sun comes out tomorrow, it's burning me.
And when the night falls down around me, it's smothering me.
And if the night falls down around me, it'll be drowning me.