I hate it herenPillow of shame, blanket of liesnwarms the primitivenI hate it herenin this new year, with the sunnnew in my skiesnnBroken glass on corroded brass,nit tells a timenA new time, gentlemennBlinding glance, raise my glassnto my new timennI'm naked herenI'm in the blind, in blinding coldnNot a shivernmoves the primitivenI hate it herenin this new year, with the sunnnew in my skiesnnDead weight on my shoulders, sirnA mule of circumstancennAm I this blind?nCan I not see this?nAm I blinded into seeingnnothing real?nnCry in your pillows,nswallow that pridenKeep your blanketsnfor these colder nightsnin the new yearnMy new yearnMy new time, gentlemennn