Maimed but still conscious Creep along deviant shapes Madmen behind the windows Look at me in wide-eyed surprise Dumb hierophants Laugh mutely, looking at sky Under the dim street lantern Two old men are rolling the dice Once again I try to concentrate Recollect the reason of all this Hardcore mess impossible to sate Granting void, tough and tremendous Fanciful face is smiling ugly Engraved on ceiling of this world Deviant shapes cut capers around me Urge me hard on fixing the rope