Wishful dreams and magazines
Won't help me to escape
My capture stay (?)
I'm not afraid
Of [bad word] and of scrapes

But you
Maybe you
Maybe you
Like the chains
You
Maybe you
Can help me feel the pain

Oh I was a maggot feeding on your fleshwounds
While everyone else was okay
You're taking your pictures of flowers and insects
But I know you've nothing to say

Take a look outside my window
I [bad word] away
I'm trapped here by some unseen eyes
'till I turn old and grey

But you
Maybe you
Maybe you
Like the chains
You
Maybe you
Can help me fill that space...