I'm looking for, I'm craving for The feeling of my absent thoughts Spiraling away from all my fears It's coming now, I'll just relax Following this sickness past There are only good things here And my mouth is dry And my face is numb Another one I will become You know she makes me clean Wraps me in sheets of green Takes me underground to see the sun Another one I will become She makes me pure, the sweetest cure Hands like vines caress my spine Smoother than a wave on sand Inside of me and underneath She fills me with that sweet relief Coating and contorting my disease And my mouth is dry And my face is numb Another one I will become You know she makes me clean Wraps me in sheets of green Takes me underground to see the sun Another one I will become Another one I will become Another one I will become