Hide like a rat in a sterile apartment Another night in solitary confinement Just laying there - nonexistent The phone's ringing from very distant Eating beans out of rusty cans Sipping coffee out of my hands Smashing my head against the wall God's lonely man is six feet tall Burning all books and the social contract Only the weak ones need social contact Erase your thoughts - stomach bubbling- blank Inside a selfish homemade tank Count on nobody - do not count on me Without you - without me Hide like a rat in a sterile apartment Another night in solitary confinement Just laying there - nonexistent The phone's ringing from very distant Without feelings - without gravity Without you - without me