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