Trading Back and forth our voice

Is something disputed here?

Focusing behind me you look white

Are you looking at something through the other side?



Nowadays you get more

difficult to understand,

Incoherently speaking of your last days

How you'll spend them

finding the blades of grass you'll lay in

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

Do you hear...



Slowly your hands fade to your skull

Constantly complaining

of your discomfort

you don't look well anymore



Nowadays you get more

difficult to understand,

Incoherently speaking of your last days

How you'll spend them

finding the blades of grass you'll lay in

Do you hear me? 

Do you hear me?

Do you hear...



Feel them crawling

Feel them penetrate

One day I'll get your sight back to you

I thought we were supposed

to bury our dead