I´m wasted, losing time
I´m a foolish, fragile spine
I want all that is not mine
I want him but we´re not right

In the darkness I will meet my creators
and they will all agree, that I´m a suffocator

I should go now quietly
for my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep
where all my layers can become reeds
all my limbs can become trees
all my children can become me
what a mess I leave
to follow
to follow
to follow
to follow

In the darkness I will meet my creators
they will all agree that, I´m a suffocator
suffocator
suffocator

Oh no
I´m sorry if I smothered you
I´m sorry if I smothered you
I sometimes wish I´d stayed inside
my mother
never to come out