Germs

I used to deal with the germs
Now there’s blood on my face
I used to call it a bluff
But now it turned into haze
So when you’re asking me now
What am I to do
I tell you I don’t know
I tell you I don’t know
I tell you I don’t know

I’m pretty sure that im stuck
In this loop for quite some time
I used to think it’s a fraud
But now it turned to be mine
So when you’re asking me how
What can I say?
I tell you I don’t know
I tell you I don’t know
I tell you I don’t know
I call it a fear of letting go
Though I had a grip but oh oh oh
Food is on the table
I eat so slow, I eat so slow
When I scratch my face too much
Know that it’s it
When my eyes arе open wide
Split split split
It’s a matter of timе till I lose it
Till I lose it
Till I lose it

Fascinated by my own feet
Detailed elements they make my eyes blink
It’s a matter of time, time
It’s a matter of time, time
I’m not even sure how does it go
Anybody can pick their nose
What makes me be the first to reach the gold?
What makes me be the first to reach the gold?
What makes me be the first to reach the gold?
This isn't just metaphysical poetics
It is the basis of me
This isn't just metaphysical poetics
It is the basis of me
This isn't just metaphysical poetics
It is the basis of me
This isn't just metaphysical poetics
It is the basis of me