We die. Struggle out. Lay there lying. Ways to forget. We don't know the way to recede. Lean back. Walk the curves. Maybe someone inspired you. Have you lost her? Do you treat her well? We die within ourselves. Every night we get covered with weed. The shipwreck's in the head, the traincrash as we sleep, and I still can hear the sirens... We die within ourselves. Every night I get covered with weed. The shipwreck's in the head, the troops are marching in, and I still can hear them calling... We die within ourselves. Every night I get covered with weeds. Ant's dive. I crucify. In My name. The child has no escape from here. Her womb is always dark (inside). Angry child sees her mother recognize her mistake and hides the scene deep in mind. We die... We die. Every single night I get covered in weeds.