Cornered by soft walls
Eviscerated by cure
I am just an empty shell

Straightjacket hugs me with love
Defending from my hands
Never lets me coming home

And only in feverish dreams
I lie in blood again
I hang myself again
At my home

Cold and white corridors
Blinking light, drugs on time
Sobs and moans behind the wall
Fill my uprooted soul

Unsteady shades from the scenes
Of all my ends in native home
They inspire me to fight for my death
To seek the path to my home

Syringe
Pull out
Drive it
Into his neck
And run away

Footfall and screams
Guards' broken arm
Laughter in wards
Howling alarm

Black branches and Moon
Barking of dogs
Soon I'll be gone
Soon I'll be home

Soon I'll be home