[bad word] the сolor

I became the color 
I became the daughter and the son 
When the feast is over  [bad word] to another one 

Lay my body down down 
Down upon the water 
Wrapped up in the clothes of my mother and my father 
O this is longing 
I want to [bad word] 
I was waiting 'round in a little jump seat 
I had a hunger 
mouthful of interludes 
You'll do anything just to get rescued 
I had longing 
Isn't that the key 
Take take taste taste sweet 
They said I'd gone south 
I'd gone asunder 
They don't know hunger or what I been under 
They were all laughing 
Thought I was debris 
I was just free 

We were ready to behave 
But there's no freedom 
Without no cage 

Whatever you think you've [bad word] 
Don't worry 'bout it dear it's where [bad word] from 

O no no, save me from my misery 
There's no such, thing as [bad word] 
There's no such, thing as going home 
I'm not formed of myself alone 
All the other others they'll just fade to black 
When you think you have me's when 
I don't look back 
Keep on laughing, callin' after me 
Keep on laughing, I'm just free 

We were ready to behave 
But there's no freedom 
Without no cage 

Whatever you think you've [bad word] 
Don't worry 'bout it dear it's where [bad word] from.