I close my eyes
Like a tear my brain is falling
Crashing on concrete ground
They step on it
They step on it
Like on tears
And I close my eyes
The photograph in my hands and falling
A gun in my hands
Scum on it
They step on it
The decay
My brain on the floor
Psychologic secrets
Leave me, deceive me
Get out of my brain
Getting out of my brain
Then the sun is flashing dirty
Moving in dark areas - dish
Scum on it
And scum on it
And falling and laughter
And frozen dreams
Like a tear
Productive phase abridged because of psychological
And physical distress