There isn’t much to see around here

The tiny condescending human

Its hits are widespread

All while the egg grows

The tiny condescending human

Only be true to what is hidden

All while the egg grows

I roll around on a big, slippery floor

Only be true to what is hidden

I can feel everything

I roll around on a big, slippery floor

I can feel everything

Its hits are widespread

There isn’t much to see around here

Hands running through the hair

They come out of their eggs

I put them all in my hair

Or is it me?

They come out of their eggs

I’m slippery inside

Or is it me?

This tiny, idyllic human

I’m slippery inside

Just a couple

This tiny, idyllic human

Just a couple

I put them all in my hair

Hands running through the hair

While it snows stars

Life forms and death forms

Placing hearts into a hole

Humans are born and get four walls

Life forms and death forms

The dream of another perfection

Humans are born and get four walls

I watch it with smooth surfaces

The dream of another perfection

I wake up somewhere

I watch it with smooth surfaces

I wake up somewhere

Placing hearts into a hole

While it snows stars

And with this I leave the earth

An unlit lamp

Now they are people

With my softer parts

An unlit lamp

Sitting on the lap of huge statues

With my softer parts

They gaze into each other’s mirrors

Sitting on the lap of huge statues

Calling and loving are the same to me

They gaze into each other’s mirrors

Calling and loving are the same to me

Now they are people

And with this I leave the earth

Every entity hides an unseen stone

And give you fuck all

The tiny condescending human

The brain/ the heart

And give you fuck all

I feel the same

The brain/ the heart

I cannot remember

I feel the same

When you unveil my face

I cannot remember

When you unveil my face

The tiny condescending human

Every entity hides an unseen stone

There is nothing

I suck because everything sucks

I am born and I bridge everything

I cannot see myself

I suck because everything sucks

To my ears

I cannot see myself

It’s not the salt’s fault

To my ears

Anger is not a prosthetic

It’s not the salt’s fault

Anger is not a prosthetic

I am born and I bridge everything

There is nothing

When you breathe out

Let’s be each other’s fancy bag ladies

Nothing sits ready beneath the heart

An unlit lamp

Let’s be each other’s fancy bag ladies

None of this is useful

An unlit lamp

To be making conversation with yourself

None of this is useful

That stands out like a shining point

To be making conversation with yourself

That stands out like a shining point

Nothing sits ready beneath the heart

When you breathe out

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

What else can you do?

Everything wears the scent of soil

Will not be true to what is hidden

The spirit is dirt to be washed off

The moon always turned its back on us

If it were an animal

Rockwool erupts from the walls

The moon always turned its back on us

Removing every emotion

Rockwool erupts from the walls

It is necessary to hate yourself

Removing every emotion

I sit single-celled beneath your skin

It is necessary to hate yourself

I sit single-celled beneath your skin

If it were an animal

The spirit is dirt to be washed off

Would you like to know?

All that talk of eternity

I am beautiful

Hands wanting to stroke what is rough

All that talk of eternity

Perhaps you ask me

Hands wanting to stroke what is rough

Against the smooth surface

Perhaps you ask me

I build on the bow of life

Against the smooth surface

I build on the bow of life

I am beautiful

Would you like to know?