Thin Vein - Cloud Rat

What’s the mother tongue?

Thin vein.

Bolt gun

Up and down.

Close and part

I lay, aimlessly staring at the wall

Outer space;

the void.

I can’t sleep again

Laying on my face: one white-numb hand

Stars above my head.

Pull-out peace.

Any chance of sleep?

Everyone on this planet is humming the same sound

Outer space;

the void.

I can’t sleep again

Thunderous laughing, plunged in night…