If you awake from sleep every night drenched in perspiration
If the secludedness is reaching out for you lengthwise like a lover
If your eyelashes are getting wet through for anything, untimely
If you're looking back on your mother more frequent, in fact, feeling her
If you're feeling like your heart is like a letter that's been ruffled, thrown away
And like you're all alone have been forgotten too early
Clasp that little kid inside you in your arms
It'll tell you what a human is
(x2)
People are sinners
Tonguesters are sinners
A thoughtway fire is what this is
The entire world is a sinner
None of us are innocent
None of us are innocent
(...repeat...)