Text: Artrosis. A Wall.

[Translated, but not publised. In original disc was released in Polish version - Mur]

You touch a wall
And if you could
You would suck up its plaster
You want to pull a brick
To see
What is behind a wall when you sleep

The light of a slit
Clings to thoughts
When you are pushing through it

You feel breath
On your wet shoulders
Then run into a lift and falls down...