Sneezing : Seasonal Creators Lyrics

As the river stabilized

While it stays clam

You watched me

Burnt from lit

Hide under shades

No stick to back

Here where I was

Wanted to hear you talk

And my creator seems dry now

But I could tell that soon will be flooded

Crumbling between skins and veins

Could've I lived without the burnt?

And the weather's gonna change

Still in same place

Washed my hands

To hide the smell

Smell of the tar

Put it back, rubbed twice

Yet I could still smell it back

It had to be last summer

Glimpsing right at the hole

I can see you running toward

(Here, where I was wanted to hear you talk)

If I heard you right at the moment

Then, could've I lived without the burnt?

From the time I sneezed

Only creators pushed

To be where I should

Rest over night

Glad the season has come

If not, I had to make the hole

Hole with the bum that I'm radiating