All gutters down my lungs,
smoke, sky, light, blood,
I swallow all.
I'm not here to suffer,
I'm here to breathe,
I hunt with my bare hands.
Hands, hands, hands.
I put my fingers into dar soil
paint the walls red,
hold back your strength,
guard your strength.
I barely need to nourish,
let me feel
what I feel.
Seldomly I want to fight,
I don't swallow all,
I want to hunt.
Hunt, hunt, hunt.
Accountable to none
than myself,
my own truth.
Necessity of air,
green leaves,
I am green leaves.
Leaves, leaves, leaves.
All gutters down my lungs,
smoke, sky, light, blood,
I swallow all.
I'm not here to suffer,
I'm here to breathe,
I hunt with my bare hands.
Seldomly I want to fight,
I don't swallow all,
I want to hunt.