| [00:30.41] |
I’m wasted, losing time |
| [00:38.34] |
I’m a foolish, fragile spine |
| [00:46.11] |
I want all that is not mine |
| [00:53.50] |
I want him but we’re not right |
| [01:01.18] |
In the darkness I will meet my creators |
| [01:09.36] |
And they will all agree, that I’m a suffocator |
| [01:17.18] |
I should go now quietly |
| [01:45.27] |
For my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep |
| [01:52.93] |
Where all my layers can become reeds |
| [01:56.83] |
All my limbs can become trees |
| [02:03.28] |
All my children can become me |
| [02:04.53] |
What a mess I leave |
| [02:07.78]To follow [x4] |
|
| [02:23.75] |
In the darkness I will meet my creators |
| [02:32.64] |
They will all agree, I’m a suffocator |
| [02:40.92]Suffocator [x2] |
|
| [02:50.45] |
Oh no |
| [02:53.98]I’m sorry if I smothered you [x2] |
|
| [03:01.66] |
I sometimes wish I’d stayed inside |
| [03:16.99] |
My mother |
| [03:24.00] |
Never to come out |
| [03:27.74] |
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