The freshness leaves
The room is darker
I'm fading
I'm close and your hands
Can touch me and make me
Forget it
Setting up all the genes
For burning it's a
A cleansing
With my spine straight, so it's physical
I will it
I'm afraid to talk to myself
It's the only thing that helps
I don't want to leave this buried
To talk can only help things
I don't want to live with secrets
And that's why I've been forgiven
Again
It hurts, doesn't it
But they don't want me to dig
(The hell with them)
(The hell with this whole affair)