No one's home And there's snow on the ground I dissolve with eyes shut closed ♪ Transcend flesh Bitter taste of words I haven't said Programmed stress Meditate on hands from which you're fed ♪ Bodies rot to make room for babies Plants breathe out and we breathe in And days bring sons and daughters ♪ Transcend flesh Bitter taste of words I haven't said Programmed stress Meditate on hands from which you're fed