Walls thick with moldy grime,
I have committed no crime..
just a bug in a bell jar..
flutter, flutter, flutter..
ripped wings and no mercy..
cry myself to sleep.

Hypnotic beats as you pound watching me hit the ground.
you laugh and mock..
talk and jeer..
life under glass is all
to queer..

can’t run, can’t hide,
can’t even fly..
To weak you see,
as I watch you rip out my insides…