I felt my skin begin to melt into the bed I felt my bone begin to creak in a black blanket feels like I'm a lone piglet
I felt my muscle begin to distort the shape to soil I telt my blood begin to heat then make me boil feels like I'm burning oil
even if long time erases all of me even if borrowed life tells the end every single day, and every single night the five senses continue sticking me
it keeps me sticking into my heart joy and sorrow, love and anger times without number
even if long time erases all of me even if borrowed life tells the end every single day, and every single night the five senses continue sticking me in limited time, in limited life every single day, and every single night anyway I feel
