Letras
scratch my leg with a rusty nail
sadly it heals
color my hair but the dye grows out
i can't seem to stay a fixed ideal
childhood pictures redeem
clean and so serene
see myself without ruining lines
whole days throwing sticks into streams
i have crawled so far sideways
i recognize dim traces of creation
i want to die
die in the summertime
i want to die
the hole in my life even stains the soil
my heart shrinks to barely a pulse
a tiny animal coiled into a quarter circle
if you really care wash the feet of a beggar
childhood pictures redeem
clean and so serene
see myself without ruining lines
whole days throwing sticks into streams
i have crawled so far sideways
i recognize dim traces of creation
i want to die
die in the summertime
i want to die