The fog lays heavy on the city
Fucking back off from the fucking flesh
You call it like you feel it
I’ve begun to walk in circles
Fucking back off from the fucking flesh
It presses on the chest
I’ve begun to walk in circles
It is me that all of you kill
It presses on the chest
My loss is in the right place
It is me that all of you kill
My untouchability: the heart of me.
My loss is in the right place
You call it like you feel it
My untouchability: the heart of me.
The fog lays heavy on the city