All wounds will be erased
Before I disintegrate
It presses on the chest
A coffin that grows within me
Before I disintegrate
Humans eventually become people
A coffin that grows within me
There is nothing
Humans eventually become people
I would rather die
There is nothing
Will no part of me be liberated?
I would rather die
It presses on the chest
Will no part of me be liberated?
All wounds will be erased