Hide like a rat in a sterile apartment Another night in solitary confinement Just laying there - nonexistent The phone’s ringing from very distant
Eating beans out of rusty cans Sipping coffee out of my hands Smashing my head against the wall God’s lonely man is six feet tall
Burning all books and the social contract Only the weak ones need social contact Erase your thoughts - stomach bubbling- blank Inside a selfish homemade tank
Count on nobody - do not count on me Without you - without me
Hide like a rat in a sterile apartment Another night in solitary confinement Just laying there - nonexistent The phone’s ringing from very distant
Without feelings - without gravity Without you - without me