I put my hands together in front of the tombstone.

On my left hand, you can see a spreading sea of blood.

Well, I guess that’s the way it is. I suppose so.

Let it seep, let it keep you from us. Patiently heal you. Patiently unreel you.

I beg all bumbling bees Turn against their keepers and sting.

It's just like a flower of transformation that had bloomed.

You make a fine shrine in me You build a fine shrine in me.

When I see the light, I'm plunged into the abyssal sea.

If you’re gonna lie to me that this is such a wonderful world, then make those reasons clear for me!

All good luck, amulets, and aids will dab your forehead; keep you safe from the forest fire rage.

Sew their long hairs into their beds to keep them crawlers out.

Well, well, well, well, that's only natural!

They'll cover the doors with the screams that their minds dispose.

If you can't seem to understand it in the future, then this flower of transformation will disappear soon enough here.

Understood, master, just as you wish!

We licked every nine volt that's inside our fire alarms.

There are two Hannya masks, belonging to two sisters of the same blood.

Regard your brimstone as if it were gravestone and the blaze we blow loose.

And make me hip like badass!

Do you know where the wild things go? They go along to take your honey.

You're only crying, you're only dying, you're only late.

Emitting all its graces through the pores.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer to me.

Head piercing conspiracy theories buzzing about the end of the world.

So until it gives out, living will continue — even for this life of mine.

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, you didn't notice?

I'm done I'm done I'm done I'm done.

I'm a mosquito, sucks and slurps at your wounds.

The names and dates of the daughters who bore out of me like Grandmother's vines.

Emitting all its graces through the pores.