My ears are plugged, my hands are bound But I still hear her sound and feel cold I seal my eyes behind this fold I’m traumatized, so I behold her face And feel her taste on my tongue Despite this gag and tape, these feelings can’t escape My prison cell is quite confined But it’s not well; she’s still inside my mind! The red bu*ton, I can’t find Whatever I decide, in this chair I shall reside In the hot and in the cold Slaves are bought and slaves are sold But I’m only getting older in my chair In the night and in the day Children fight and children play But I know I’ll have to stay here in my chair Through my left and out my right I’ll be dreadful in their sight I won’t make it through the night