My arm is intelligent

Everything makes up one keen organism

The hands that hold the head

Whatever is necessary to hate

Everything makes up one keen organism

Would I grow over you?

Whatever is necessary to hate

Nakedness sits in our longings

Would I grow over you?

We are not present in our bodies

Nakedness sits in our longings

We are not present in our bodies

The hands that hold the head

My arm is intelligent

It’s so cozy here

A longing for the light to call

Honey also happens to be death’s color

Dream you are as old as I

A longing for the light to call

Can we pass the time?

Dream you are as old as I

I insert everyone

Can we pass the time?

I can feel all of them

I insert everyone

I can feel all of them

Honey also happens to be death’s color

It’s so cozy here

I need love

A tunnel from heart to head down

Dream of me as a pictogram

You’ll get syrup under your nails

A tunnel from heart to head down

Watch me cry

You’ll get syrup under your nails

I will cause a stir with my remarks

Watch me cry

Do I get an answer?

I will cause a stir with my remarks

Do I get an answer?

Dream of me as a pictogram

I need love

You’re far out

You cannot remember

I have crept in

Are we people now?

You cannot remember

Revenge is near me

Are we people now?

Remember this

Revenge is near me

I laugh at you, intimacy-lovers

Remember this

I laugh at you, intimacy-lovers

I have crept in

You’re far out

My hands cannot shake

We pass the time

Like a deserted nest

They don’t come any prettier than this

We pass the time

My will is losing its center

They don’t come any prettier than this

Are there towers where the street ends?

My will is losing its center

I let them fall

Are there towers where the street ends?

I let them fall

Like a deserted nest

My hands cannot shake

A lit lamp

I walk through an unfamiliar landscape

I am utterly without empathy

To each other’s various parts

I walk through an unfamiliar landscape

Loss should not have an inner surface

To each other’s various parts

How can I be so beautiful?

Loss should not have an inner surface

You’re carved like a bright mirror

How can I be so beautiful?

You’re carved like a bright mirror

I am utterly without empathy

A lit lamp

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

And not stay in there for all eternity

When I breathe out

What must humans become?

That’s how much of a downer you are

Can’t you force the eyes to open?

It all dies in the meantime

Am I right?

Can’t you force the eyes to open?

We let nature run its course

Am I right?

I drip on you

We let nature run its course

It is not cozy here

I drip on you

It is not cozy here

It all dies in the meantime

That’s how much of a downer you are

Humiliation will work differently

I insert myself

Do you want me to leave?

That will attack my immune system

I insert myself

I have cut away grief

That will attack my immune system

Indifference will sway grief

I have cut away grief

You can’t even imagine

Indifference will sway grief

You can’t even imagine

Do you want me to leave?

Humiliation will work differently

What could have been

In the middle of a bursting spring

I am breathing

I see it all

In the middle of a bursting spring

I ascend the staircase

I see it all

You are born and placed on the big mother

I ascend the staircase

Can it not be true?

You are born and placed on the big mother

Can it not be true?

I am breathing

What could have been