Overcrowding

Overcrowding

(Записано на обороте The Only Mistake)

Faces pressed flat against glass windows,

Ten men in a room for two,

Censorship stops here,

No isolation,

Only detoxification.

Abnormal relationships formed,

In comers and on floors,

Breathless, breeding and cramped on all fours

No view, no sense of time.

It was a strange way to go.