LYRIC
The light of the sun – is so cold down here
My dirty desert tongue – licking like dogs forever
Open wounds never heal – for a slave in it's flesh
The scent of joy we feel – A naked soul crushed
It's all empty – empty as the sky
Silence & happiness in one – but way too many insects
You, yours and all of them – you are all like rats
Crawl into the light cold – celebrate your new skin
Dead and clean to the wound – An escapee of all sins
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