I became dirty, I became dirty, I washed myself, I became dirty, I got locked
I peeled off my own skin
In fact, I never liked those nail checks
I held out my hands out of compassion
The sun that hit my face
The wind that kissed my hair
Those stars that put yellow into my blackness
They all got lost in the belly of a quiet apocalypse
Take off the lid, look at those who are in the throes of death in heaven
Some are already dead, some are alive in their own hells
Silence all the dogs inside you that bark in season and out of season
These dark streets are not only theirs