Dead-end

You hurt your hands to the street
Wounds on your hands were a sign of
Another direction where you just can´t go
Where you are going to go when all walls
Have increased against you
You already feel the narrowness,
How air changes to carbon dioxide
Are you going to stop breathing
Just a bad habit anyway

Another dead-end in front of you, again
Little by little you fall on your knees
But you can´t go down either
You´ll only hurt yourself to the street