Just before 10 o’clock the alarm clock rang
I had no time for more, so I closed my room.
I’ve written all my psalms on the wall
to live better.
And I’ve started to explain my own story
on the concrete walls.
I recalled phrases that I already forgot,
random words from higher worlds
My room is reading my screams,
my voices, it’s my room.
Just before three my lexicon finished
Too naked to tell, that what was written -was erased.
And nothing was true, Im myself was a lie,
it was spinning inside.
Drunk with sweat, mad about life.
My landlord was not me.
It is my room, who reads my screams, my voices
It’s my room…