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...