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
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