I'm a waster, losing time
And before liege, fragile spine
I went: Oh, he's not mine

I want him, we're not right
You're the darkness, I meet my creators
They all agree that I'm a suffacator

I should go now, quietly
My bones have found a place to lie down and sleep
My legs can become reeds
My limbs can become trees
My children can become me
What a mess I leave to follow
To follow, to follow, to follow

You're the darkness, I meet my creators
They all agree that I'm a suffacator
Suffacator, a suffacator

Oh, no, I'm sorry if I smothered you
I'm sorry if I smothered you
Sometimes wish I'd stayed inside my mother
Never to come out, never to come out
Never to come out