Could we crawl out of our skin like snakes
Before the colors fade In other homes, in other shells
If we could take off ourselves
Can we be someone else?
Something else
Transfigurate
I was her, she was clean
Left is a disfigured being
Can we be someone else?
Something else
Transfigurate
I was her, she was clean
Left is a disfigured being
New ceatures replace our names
Cutting layers, renewing cells
Been waiting for a thousand years
Breathing through a ball and chain
Can we be someone else?
Something else
Transfigurate
I was her, she was clean
Left is a disfigured being
Can we be someone else?
Something else
Transfigurate
I was her, she was clean
Left is a disfigured being
Wreckage inside his mind
Made of dead matter
Murmur within his mind
Made of dead matter
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