How this shell looks at night
Back off!
The shell lay in a room
A room among rooms
That consist of rooms and lead
Into rooms

We are the victors of the nights
Because we cast our skin
Without ifs or buts
Completely and utterly

I need thick skin
No one understands that
Except the Invisible One
She lives with me
In the room of the black wall safe

Where pyramids are imprisoned
Gigantic pyramids
In the tiny center of the dust

I want to breathe at last!
The game of skin kills me
With every breath, I die a little
To receive a name
That others will speak
Into the face of the stars

Speak!
Speak my name aloud
That I may hear it
For the continuation of life