Testo Habitual Full On The Mouth
Crack the shellTake the earth away
Open my eyes
A seed rips through the gray
Breath in deep
Take the moon away
Feeling no ground
Turn the dust to clay
There I go
But here I come again
There I go
And I turn myself against myself again (and then)
Fall face down
Take the stars away
Lingering taste
The form puts on a face
Suffocating
Take the sun away
Ring in my ear
Will I make it through another day
