Untitled

From my hip
To hiding
To real
To leave
Should I lie down
Or stand up
And walk around
Again
My eyes finally 
Wide open up
My eyes finally
Wide open shut
To find a found of sound
(That) hears the touch of my tears
Smell the taste of all we waste
Confide the others
We smother each other with [than actor]
Pucker the sour bitter-sweet weather
It blows to our trees swims to our seas
Flies to the last gasp we left on this earth


It’s a long lonely journey
From death to birth
It’s a long lonely journey 
From death to…
It’s a long lonely journey
From death to birth
It’s a long lonely journey 
From death to… (birth)


Should I die again
Should I die around
The pounds of matter wailing to space
I know I’ll never know
Until I come face to face
With my own cold dead face
In my own wooden case

(ce qui est entre parenthèse c'est ce qui dépend des versions
et ce qui est entre crochet c'est ce dont je ne suis vraiment pas sur)