Imagine the room and there's you inside of it Atmosphere is gloomy there Languidly you write something on the wall And your hand is shaking And your hand is shaking
Walls are trembling Under the jerks of your sick tired hand And it is the only thing that keeps you far From thinking about killing yourself
Imagine the room and there's you inside of it Writing something on the ragged wall The air you breathe is dense and warm And you repeat the unrelieved moves
Imagine the life and you're the one who's living it The room, the rope, the pen are all you have yet So languidly you write something on the wall And you hand is shaking
WALLS ARE TREMBLING UNDER THE JERKS OF YOUR SICK TIRED HAND BUT YOU KEEP WRITING AND WRITING DESPITE OF STRONG DESIRE TO HANG YOURSELF