Hear the sound of crying drifting in my brain,

elevator prozac going insane.

Dislocated daybreak hangs around my neck.

Pale against the canvas, get ready for a change.

I feel a hole inside my body.

I want to go where insects hide the silence.

I wake up to see all the long faces, leaving traces of broken hopes.

Life leaves shortcuts of happy trails,

history is the only thing that can take care of us.

I sleep on a concrete bed,

wake up to see all the long faces leaving traces of broken hopes.