What must humans become?
Rockwool erupts from the walls
When I breathe out
Honey also happens to be death’s color
Rockwool erupts from the walls
Bag lady, pop singer
Honey also happens to be death’s color
That bush is killing me
Bag lady, pop singer
And not stay in there for all eternity
That bush is killing me
The whole separated into its parts.
And not stay in there for all eternity
When I breathe out
The whole separated into its parts.
What must humans become?