Hunger, thirsty of the deep touch Vulture of the punctum on my soul Anger, fury and collapse, I'm a living corpse, a beauty fan Flesh and bones, aura and souls Bodies enter, people don't, I feel alone Amazed by feelings: I'd like to be a cloud To rain every pain desires cause me down But I'm the mist that once grabbed and kissed The one you never trapped, the one you never miss I want to