Maimed but still conscious
Creep along deviant shapes
Madmen behind the windows
Look at me in wide-eyed surprise

Dumb hierophants
Laugh mutely, looking at sky
Under the dim street lantern
Two old men are rolling the dice

Once again I try to concentrate
Recollect the reason of all this
Hardcore mess impossible to sate
Granting void, tough and tremendous

Fanciful face is smiling ugly
Engraved on ceiling of this world
Deviant shapes cut capers around me
Urge me hard on fixing the rope