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Merciful angel with blood on his hands
He's down on his knees because there's nowhere to stand
In a dungeon of plastic a castle of ice
Ankles tied with elastic the blindfold is tight
The windows are shattered there's bolts on the door
And the music's so loud he can't think anymore
Floodlights are blazing they shout when he sleeps
But he prays because he loves them they treat him like this
I am the way and the truth and the light
I know all the anwers don't need your advice
I'll scream if you kick me I'll bite through my chains
With her tray full of needles to dish out the pain
Sure soon I'll be peaceful you can lock me away
And I'll dream of mountains and fishing for friends
Maybe walk on some water I'll make fissures of men
