Don’t put me in your pocketI can’t breathe in thereI can only sacrificeSlowly forgettingBut I feel only scorn for youMy life ahead looks deadThere’s your cold dark silenceAnd I’m nothing in itI won’t go into the darknessI won’t followOh I tried to touch your blindnessNow I’m leavingBut I feel only scorn for youMy life ahead looks deadThere’s your cold dark silenceAnd I’m nothing in itscratching crawling falling creepingI’ll cover you with my elderberry leavesI’ll drag you into another waveI won’t colour youGrey cloud man