You close the store

No way no entry anymore

Put down your body on a plastic chair

Smoking a first cigarette but who cares

Why do they seem so happy

Living their own tragedy

While mine has got no way out

As the way in is knocked out

 The snake closes its doors

No way no entry anymore

Put down your look to your plastic shoes

Feeling a motion but nobody moves

Why do they seem so depressed

Breathing in their own chest

While mine searches a way out

As the way in is knocked out

My eyes close the shores

No way no entry anymore

Put down the light from a plastic room

Leaving a last thought to this permanent gloom

Why do I seem so away

Crying from being so aware

while they all follow the way in

As the way out is dying