I'm waiting in this prison,
'till the walls begin to move.
Killing me between their stones,
And my innocence I can't prove.
The prisoners begin to shout,
They addict me to the chair more.
'Cause I know when I should live here,
My dead would be the core.
This chair is leading me to my wishdom,
The place where hurting is a blame.
My life wouldn't be torn anymore,
This whole madness would just be a shame.