Merciful angel with blood on his hands.nHe's down on his knees, because there's nowhere to standnin a dungeon of plastic, a castle of ice.nAnkles tied with elastic, the blindfold is tight.nThe windows are shattered, there's bolts on the door,nand the music's so loud, he can't think anymore.nFloodlights are blazing, they shout when he sleeps.nBut he prays because he loves them - they treat him like this!nnI am the way and the truth and the light.nI know all the anwers - don't need your advice!nI'll scream if you kick me, I'll bite through my chains;nmake you sorry you met me 'til nurse comes again.nWith her tray full of needles to dish out the pain.nSure, soon I'll be peaceful - you can lock me away.nAnd I'll dream of mountains and fishing for friends,nmaybe walk on some water... I'll make fissures of men.