Here we are another promise
Me and my friend me
Never to return again, although
His marks you clearly see

His handprints still blue with passion
Cover my body like lakes
Make those outside our island presume to be mistake

But in my cage with warning
I tear and itch with want
Those blueprints that I suffer
To always be my haunt

The cable that inhales me
Will never slack the line
As the holder of the the string
Is not his hand but mine