Tekst
qualia, all this
'til I'm all withdrawn from this
on and on
phenomenon
but it won't be long, like this
it'll all be gone, all this
a weird strange gift
to once exist
on and on
phenomenon
what's it like to be unborn?
will eternity feel warm?
I don't belong
it won't be long
I've been waiting for
the calming of this restlessness that begs for more
I've been waiting for
the feeling of not feeling anything anymore
I've been praying for
the calming of this restlessness that begs for more
I've been bracing for
the feeling of not feeling anything
memory
it's fading
I can't feel a thing
it's all fading
to think to feel to see
it's outside of me
qualia