Under the Breeze

Half of the want to be the charge

Under the fig tree, an ant is born, so emptily

Thin, he's a paper boy, so neat

Hard as the enemy, completely swole inside of me

Don't sweat it out, don't embarrass me

You can breathe in, underneath the breeze

I want to wake up where you are

Somewhere I'll never be, when we look on, don't talk to the-

Fucking anatomy of me

Cold as the enemy, completely whole inside of me

Don't sweat it out, don't embarrass me

You can breathe in, underneath the breeze

Don't sweat it out, don't embarrass me

You can breathe in, underneath the breeze