Forester

Мы все будем гореть
Moss, let my skin grow moss
Let my skin grow moss

I’m living by the sea
And when I swim in it
The seaweed grabs my feet
I swallow the sea

I’m living by the trees
Feel nothing in between
Their slowly creeping roots
Growing over me

I dream your dreams
And I think your thoughts
Let my skin grow moss

I dream your dreams
And I think your thoughts
Let my skin grow moss

Forever, forever consumed
Whoever, whoever, I pick their moods

I’m living by the trees
Feel nothing in between
Their slowly creeping roots
Growing over me

I dream your dreams
And I think your thoughts
Let my skin grow moss

I dream your dreams
And I think your thoughts
Let my skin grow moss