NUCLEAR LUNGS

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Smoke and burnt organs
Dry teeth and mouth
Fire and noses
Sore throat
Trembling fingers

Cold hands
I only knew when to stop
When to start again
And I choose the time to start
I choose the time of my death
Or as close as possible

I choose to rot
My flesh and my skin
My dream and my blood
My sleep and my awakening

My grave had already been dug
And I dug it myself
And I just looked at the clock
Waiting for the time to come
And take me by the hands

Smoke and burnt organs
Dry teeth and mouth
Fire and noses
Sore throat
Trembling fingers

Cold hands
I only knew when to stop
When to start again
And I choose the time to start