Wishful dreams and magazines
Won't help me to escape
My capturers, they
Are not afraid
Of bruises and of scrapes
But you
Maybe you
Maybe you
Like the chains
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 can't run away
I'm trapped here by some unseen eyes
'till I turn old and grey
But you
Maybe you
Maybe you
Like the chains
Maybe you
Can help me fill that space...

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