The Shelf (Ivory Night)

I'm a retarded thing I can't realize why I'm inside here So many years are wasted No love, no hope The door is still open, they left me the key But never I'd walk away A shelf made of wood is nailed in the frames Such a subtle barricade The sun will never shine The night is never black My neon god is high Above me in the concrete skies I have to sit on top of the shelf The floor is stained by myself The stench of what I tried to keep Has melted my lungs indeed The sun won't shine, the words don't rhyme I'm out of time, the shelf will remain I'm raised in here, I'm reigned by fear I am sincere, the shelf will remain As long as I'm sincere The shelf will remain – in here I sort my memories somewhere on that shelf Hide-and-seeks in the schoolyard at 12:15 My childhood fear systematically aligned First wet dreams and all I've fantasized The sun will never shine The night is never black My neon god is high