Psychologic Secrets

I close my eyes, like a tear my brain is falling

Crashing on concrete ground

They step on it

They step on it like on tears

And I close my eyes

Then the sun is flashing dirty

Moving in dark Areas, Dish

Scum on it

And scum on it and falling and laughter

And frozen dreams, like a tear

Psychologic secrets, leave me, deceive me

Get out of my brain, getting out of my brain

The photograph in my hands, and falling

A gun in my hands

Scum on it

They step on it, the decay

My brain on the floor

Psychologic secrets, leave me, deceive me

Get out of my brain, getting out of my brain

Psychologic secrets, leave me, deceive me

Productive phase abridged because of psychological

And physical distress