When sentanced  to monastery
And pride wipes the floors
Your way is blind man's house

No one can really hear you
Sitting down in your room
Furtilizing your own mind and palm

Full of smoke and beer
Remains your inner self
I have to get out of here
Books stay on the shelf
Knowing you are all alone
You grow to be lazy and dumb
In a pot or just on it
Your body grows numb

When sentanced  to loneliness
And the ashtray overflows
Be sure you are stuck in your chair

No one can see you
Laying down in your bed
Minimizing your thoughts into this...