I only want to think about growth
My will is losing its center
Like an internal explosion
No part of you will be liberated
My will is losing its center
I have begun to communicate
No part of you will be liberated
The white staring into its own eyes
I have begun to communicate
I carve us into the bark of a tree
The white staring into its own eyes
I am completely gray inside.
I carve us into the bark of a tree
Like an internal explosion
I am completely gray inside.
I only want to think about growth