Well attracted by the void, by the large basins
It disappears in profile, in the shadow of a nothing
It doesn't exist very well
Silence is difficult, the weight of her breasts
When the body is so docile, in the shadow of a nothing
It doesn't exist very well
Randomly she lies to herself
It resonates in remembrance, in blows on the skin
Well attracted to the worst, to the bottom of the water
It doesn't exist very well
By digging within the limits, it reduces the echo
Who followed her parasite to the bottom of the water
It doesn't exist very well
Randomly she lies to herself