Настроение сейчас - у меня левый глаз Бога Смерти

I live in the prison
Of skin and my blood.
I don't know the reason
And search it in art.

I draw my strange paintings
And write silly words.
I lost all my waitings
To be one of Gods.

I'm closed in the prison,
Who closed me and why?
I don't know the reason
I'm not in the sky.