While the other mount in the hole, in the floor, in the wall
In the not himself, but we ment stands empty
Only now his hands, to bolt now screemy
And the shouting grows and grows
It spaces out the same, open silence
Get what is on me, get of it out, if she were
He's angry his face grows as if
A blacklight darkness if life's worthless
It is back, it is an open hole of her. 'cause nothing is in
And if no one knows, there is nothing