life as a figment no more than a dream
heaven a fairytale can't hear my scream
in a glass box better worse of my cell
incapable of anything under her spell
incapable to do more than dream think
pain and suffering gone down the sink

White room torture

no restraints just a bed and white
white enough to loose my sight
I cut my arm say this is red red
but it is clean life good as dead
the beans are white as is the floor
the ground sealing my clothes more