My body is a stone
Still waiting for a sculptor
And his chisel
An undiscovered land
No claims and no one owner
Clear as a crystal
To hell with being pure
It feels like being crippled
Like a hunchback
For just one drop of you
I'd give up my right arm
And my hearing
Time is running out
The clock is ticking fast
Beat it beat it
Aging is a spider
I'm caught up in his web
Break it break it
A veil hides my face
My chest is ringed with flowers
Looking younger
The scent of fragrant oils
Sneaks well past your defenses
Goodbye wrinkles
