Hide like a rat in a sterile apartment
Another night in solitary confinement
Just laying there - nonexistent
The phone’s ringing from very distant

Eating beans out of rusty cans
Sipping coffee out of my hands
Smashing my head against the wall
God’s lonely man is six feet tall

Burning all books and the social contract
Only the weak ones need social contact
Erase your thoughts - stomach bubbling- blank
Inside a selfish homemade tank

Count on nobody - do not count on me
Without you - without me

Hide like a rat in a sterile apartment
Another night in solitary confinement
Just laying there - nonexistent
The phone’s ringing from very distant

Without feelings - without gravity
Without you - without me