I sit on a wooden chair  A place with cold grey walls  The sun gives off a faint beam  Which will be destroyed by dust  Nothing happens, nothing  Eyes are swollen    You'll be bound and lost in these walls  I don't know  What has robbed your control  Once more  Rescue from the freedom  I don't know  You rot in your own excretions  No one helps you    The colour of things begins to change  I will go sick  No one's screaming, laughing, crying  The skin is wrinkled  Eyes are wide opened  Forget all thoughts of hope    Caught in this nowhere  Bones will get rigid  Motionless you lay down  On this cold grey stone