A sweaty man rolls towards morning
Breath is like blown by Satan
Morning is a factory, which produces voice
Piercing noise
It's a little bit chilly outside
The meter shows minus hundred
Hands are carrying out a revolution
A scarecrow dances in the frost
Stone head!
I am! I am!
Welcome to my company
I am god, your eternal nuisance
Close the door, close your mind
Don't let anyone get near you
The wall is silent
It does't talk, doesn't hear, doesn't see, doesn't lie
You can open up to it
Cry, scream, show your pain!
Stone head!
I am! I am!