Lyric

There is only one vessel

There is only one life

Screams become blunt instruments and drops breathe in through the cracks

Even if I shed tears, shed tears

To the soil it's no different from rain

The young decayed tree kept listening even though its roots were rotting

In the soil, the box education, the abominable education

How! Abominable!

I am turned to stone by violence

I am turned to stone by oppression

With miners to the mountains

With explosions in the holes

He is peered off

And the luminous skin is revealed

It is the Sacred Work of the mental rasp

Build a Lustrous fire

For make an iridescent vessel From the filthy soil

I thought it was love

I thought it was hate

I thought it was me

My…

What was my first wish?

What was the salvation I sought?

What was my first wish?

What was the salvation I sought?

The light of the cantera that came looking for me is gone

I find myself still in the hole

I remember the touch of warm flesh

To walk a cold body

The light sways on my shiny skin until the day the bright jewel is shattered

I will dance