Morning,
Bed is strange
Cold walls emit pain
Yesterday attacks like an angry wind
It tears, grinds, and tortures

Yesterday,
I was in pain
Fell to sleep with fear and dreamt anxiously
And pain will not forget me
nor leave me alone

And I walk this empty road
to a house that is called home
even though there is nothing for me
I'm alone on this empty road
I'm alone on this empty road
this road
this road

Evening,
desk is familiar
strange faces open their mounts
emptiness all around us and pain
and nobody dares to gather their bones

Night
comes and throws
us to empty streets again
dark streets like thousands of bridges
take from darkness to darkness

And always - alone