wb :

Softly, sun is rising
I'm gonna begin my day
if I can leave my numb feet at the door,
sleep no more, baby,
it's time to get on your way

used up all my lives
i'm turning the knife in the tale
Let me dream, it's all that's keeping me awake
for your sake,
my body will be a jail

cauliflower fist of gold
combusting in the rain
steam is hot skin when it's rising up
to cup the drops of sky-
after, only tears remain

let me go to there
I wanna dry my hands
and say fuckyou, man to the ceiling
we're stealing the show
and sloping to the badlands