Shadows of trees dance behind your window The fetid brown smoke gets inside your room The voluntary violence - It's only your choice, you've never wanted more And when monsters wake up Hiding in wardrobe in the corner of the room You smile and close your eyes You wait, you feel their damp breath. It's close
You would like to remain in this grey non-existence You've always dreamt of freedom inside a heap of a shit The voluntary violence - It's only your way, you should go on What is the reason for asking such silly questions All of these words are just perverted game You're in the stomach of the monster Who lives in your head