HOLYMESS

maybe there's nothing to take care of
maybe i'm calm and happy and calm
and if i wanted to touch the heaven
just have to fill in the form

it doesn't matter we're still a little naive
and fire walk with us to make you remember

and so there's nothing to get rid of
maybe i'm calm and empty and calm
there is no rest in this holy mess
do you believe in holyness?

purity - it's not me, i've got no wounds to show
still too young, still to cold, two years i was slow

maybe it's nothing i'm waiting for all this time
please let me sleep with the devils will kill me

i saw the smiling tiger
and trees soiling sky with their roots
and if it doesn't make a sense now
maybe it will after some time

and every night i wish to die
to make morning born me once again
and every night i close my eyes
askin' for a peace of mind