Lyric

A drunken whale singing on an inverted cross

I am a suspect of God in tragedy

Wind is breathing

Trapped inside my vein

Cutting the wind

Taking its guts out

“Where as once I was blind, now that I can see”

I do surgeries for blind girls

Examining its organs colored in red

I imagine about you in a green field

Cut the wind

Wind is breathing

A drunken whale sings her “Goeika”