I wake up with my arms tied behind my back
With a string of plastic wire
My brain starts to focus from the beating of the bat
And I wonder why am I here? what's their desire?
I feel so low
Can't picture the show
I try to scream but my mouth is stuffed
With a revolting urine soaked rag
Nausea is gripping my stomach when I think of
The humiliation - man, this is such a drag
What a way to go
Can't picture the show