Washing my hands To cleanse Myself Of the stench of surrender The night arrives I am in her womb And I embrace with poisonous barbs I exhale... I am drowning But I do not save Myself I am drowning But I do not save Myself
Washing my hands To cleanse Myself Of the stench of surrender The night arrives I am in her womb And I embrace with poisonous barbs I exhale... I am drowning But I do not save Myself I am drowning But I do not save Myself