My past, my future, my disease Perhaps collapse to make me seize These words to be the past somehow I feel, hear, see and it confuses me I'll take it all around the world Take my future past, it's fine
My precious present, will you bloom To make this fourth dimension womb Stop asking. Stop asking why Will never fully understand my breathing I try, how I try to feel, hear, see and it confuses me I'll take it all around the world Take my future past, it's fine