I'm sitting here all alone
All alone in this small refuge
Working on my own sounds [bad word] to mind
Songs fading in fading out
Rearranged to desired shapes
Inventing loops and sound wasted years but

Years they [bad word] they have gone
All alone in this small refuge
Solid beats go deep
Forming verse and sound
Now I'll fullfill all my dreams
De-arranged multi-coloured sounds
Sculptures in my mind wasted years but

I'm on my way