I’m out of the colour red my eyes see early blue in faces green and sky black rain
I’m out of the taste of hot all is turmeric and cheese no coffee no chilli no wild
I’m out of the shine in eyes mine I think everywhere I look half life automaton stagger at shop
I’m out of the shock of cold rain no that’s I need the shock of cold rain it’s time for november it’s time for ice
it’s time for that scream of the skin
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