[Verse 1]
In time, I'll find the fly inside this cloud of rats with wings
Rights to film the country's oldest paintings
Forcing time to smile behind a row of rotten teeth
At my forgotten dreams
[Verse 2]
I can hope a garden grows now where your body rests
In the earth or underneath my bed
For now, I'm on the ground face down impersonating death
They are not your friends
Let the right one in
