IA Mt和way, the truth, the light

Merciful angel with blood on his hands. Hes down on his knees, because theres nowhere to stand in a dungeon of plastic.. a castle of ice. Ankles tied with elastic, the blindfold is tight. The windows are shattered, theres bolts on the door, and the musics so loud, he cant 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 - dont need your advice! Ill scream if you kick me, Ill bite through my chains; make you sorry you met me til nurse comes again. With her tray full of needles to dish out the pain. Sure, soon Ill be peaceful - you can lock me away. And Ill dream of mountains and fishing for friends, maybe walk on some water... Ill make fissures of men