Will not be true to what is hidden
When I’m dead I’ll finally tell all
Everything wears the scent of soil
Nakedness is omnipresent
When I’m dead I’ll finally tell all
I will color the blood piss-yellow
Nakedness is omnipresent
In a black winter coat
I will color the blood piss-yellow
What else can you do?
In a black winter coat
I don’t know.
What else can you do?
Everything wears the scent of soil
I don’t know.
Will not be true to what is hidden