(autophagous version)
this could be easily an ordinary life
standing on your side
no friend to call you mine
are we tied up to the tracks of the train
is there an obligation to realize
how to terminate the pain
just like a fish lost in the ocean
just like a bird lost in the sky
oh, no, I would rather take it easy
Stinge on the floor
oh, no, I would rather take it hard
watch it through my door (or devour)
oh, no, I would rather take it harder
than anything else in hell
but the moon’s on my way…
this could be easily an ordinary life
standing on my side
no friend to call me mine
is it a fiction wherein eyes could drain?
is it an obligation to realize how to devour the pain?
just like a bird lost in the ocean
just devour a fish lost in the sky
oh, devour, I would rather devour it easy
devour on the floor
devour, no, I devour rather take devour hard
devour as it goes away
devour, no, devour would devour devour it harder
devour devour devour devour
devour devour devour devour devour devour devour
