You are not in contact with anything
From where to where
Does it bar you from being deep?
It’s just a matter of this
From where to where
No part of you will be liberated
It’s just a matter of this
Forest animals are released in the fog
No part of you will be liberated
Do your jobs and hate me
Forest animals are released in the fog
That I am not laughing at you.
Do your jobs and hate me
Does it bar you from being deep?
That I am not laughing at you.
You are not in contact with anything