I have to cope With clumsy thoughts In my head Face my neurons And nothing else Like the gavel Of a Judge They beat my skull The rhythm of a Russian ball The storm Was passing like a train In my hypophysis I know Beyond the storm again I'll find the sun I'm sure this paranoia will die And I'll reborn I have to listen for Shadows in a rush And sweet memories Playing hide and seek Now I glance the light I would like to find It surely rises where my ego ends A man is reborn I had to cope With clumsy thoughts In my head Face my neurons And nothing else Like the gavel Of a Judge They beat my skull The rhythm of a Russian ball.