The spirit is dirt to be washed off
The moon always turned its back on us
If it were an animal
Rockwool erupts from the walls
The moon always turned its back on us
Removing every emotion
Rockwool erupts from the walls
It is necessary to hate yourself
Removing every emotion
I sit single-celled beneath your skin
It is necessary to hate yourself
This cannot be erased.
I sit single-celled beneath your skin
If it were an animal
This cannot be erased.
The spirit is dirt to be washed off