Exile

My violent mood swings peak And my hands are as heavy as rocks I have no time and no space I am falling behind Just take me home My patience has all run out And I feel like yelling; – it is too much I have abandoned all charm and all grace I have fallen behind There is no god The night is cursed Loud and blurred Still it rains It rains like hell Rain on empty shells My violent mood swings peak And my hands are as heavy as rocks I have no time and no space I have fallen behind There is no god Screaming voices Ring in my ears I don’t want to know their names