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