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 You 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 You Maybe you Can help me fill that space...