• Agonizing screams bounce off the walls

    Of This desolate prison full of dolls

    Thousands of tiny porcelain faces

    Smiling

    Staring

    At the bottle of aces



    A man writhes strapped to a podiatry chair

    With wide eyes the voice of his pain fills the air

    Struggling for freedom his back arches

    Yelling

    Screaming

    For the bottle of aces



    Thousands of tiny voices sing

    Straight to the heart they sting

    Childrens rhymes from the nursery

    Short

    Rythmic

    Sang to the mans suffering



    A doll appears on the table

    In front of the man unstable

    With crimson tears rolling down her face

    Dark

    Thick

    Tainting her dress of pure white lace



    The evanescence of this doll

    Started when he began to fall

    Into a deep sleep suddenly

    To let the bottle of aces sit quietly

    Forgotten

    Powerless

    Unable to relieve....