We slip
Through
The grains of earth
There is no grip
It's an unavoidable trip
We're running in reverse
We're running in reverse
Scraping off the fur
It's with death we flirt
Soak in the flowers on your chest
You'll only heal if you rest
Running towards rebirth
I'll bow and live
Carrying the great man's curse
Scraping off the fur
It's with death we flirt





