I can't blink, I'm going blind
Every time I can smell the rust,
My lungs are fulled of dust...
I'll stay here, I don't mind.
Walking through the burned forest with no name,
With no child and with no womb.
I should be the descendant... I should tame it,
But crawling toward the screech, like a zombie.
Crawling toward the voice of a copper.
It's not calling me, but putting down the stair...
I need to refuse my name, not waiting the order,
But my tongue atrophied under this salty stare.
Cross thе swamp teeming with tetanus,
Swallow the water, and In the end
Lie down to join in decomposing dust
Under your feet, Redhead.
