Scratch my leg with [bad word] nail
Sadly it heals 
Color my hair but the dye grows out 
I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal 
Childhood pictures redeem
Clean and so serene 
See myself [bad word] lines 
Whole days throwing sticks into streams 

I have crawled so far sideways 
I recognise dim traces of creation 
I wanna die
Die in the summertime
I wanna die 

The hole in my life even stains the soil 
My heart shrinks to barely a pulse 
tiny animal curled into a quarter circle 
If you really care, wash the feet of a beggar 

I have crawled so far sideways 
I recognise dim traces of creation 
I wanna die
Die in the summertime 

I have crawled so far sideways 
I recognise dim traces of creation 
I wanna die
Die in the summertime
I wanna die