Il testo della Mind of moss

Mind of moss
You cant fit material
Into a filled up box
In order to get in
You need holes
Let the rest out of the windows

I want love
Where all that isnt waiting
Behind a curtain concealing
Collecting dust

See to it you git around to a pleasant life

Wash of thoughts
I dig through the parts you
Thought you lost
And build a thing for you to gawk at
Im just a battery
To git you spiraling