Dying Alone, Without Yourself - Sunbears!

Here are his fingers and toes

Here are his ears and his nose

He wiggled each one of those

Before his brain decomposed

He’d smile for you if he could

He’d raise his hands, yes he would

He’d tell his secrets to you

But the bad’s got him good

So he asks, «Why?»

«Why?»

«Why?»

«Why?»

«Why?»

He asks, «Why?»

«Why?»

«Why?»

«Why?»

He’s living beside himself

His body unwinds itself

His nerves, they detach themselves from his thoughts

He’s living beside himself

His body unwinds itself

His head is a prison cell for his thoughts