My untouchability: the heart of me
It shines out of your eye sockets
The self is monolithic
Dream you are a thousand years
It shines out of your eye sockets
Without my knowledge
Dream you are a thousand years
I would grow over you
Without my knowledge
Joy disappears into a hole
I would grow over you
Now they are people.
Joy disappears into a hole
The self is monolithic
Now they are people.
My untouchability: the heart of me