In the deafening quiet
Of solitary cell
Watch I the room spin
Lying on the floor,
The wall, the ceiling.
All are one
The box is many
Screams cut through
The silence for now broken
Watch I the door move
Opens now it from the wall
The ceiling, the floor.
The box is one
All are many
Escape, hopeless,
Futile
Oh poor solitary cell mine
Watch I the room spin
Starch white angels leave
Laying on the ceiling,
The floor, the wall.
All are one
The box is many
Oh me no!
The box is one
And all are many!
