I can’t escape, don’t leave me

Still lIfe, receding

The rumors are in reach

The skies are stained in bleach

Unquiet in the streets

A desert, concealed in concrete

The walls, the walls, the walls

Are suffocating beneath the paint, beneath the paint

The sound , the sound, the sounds

Is contemplating against constraint, against constraint

I must confess, I must confess

Hush, hush, you silly mess

I think it’s getting closе to the end

Just yourself to spеnd

Sitting waiting, no one’s calling, counting maybes, maybe

The walls, the walls, the walls

Are suffocating beneath the paint, beneath the paint

The sound , the sound, the sounds

Is contemplating against constraint, against constraint