All removables, all transitory
Killed God, blood, soiled skin, dead again
Aimless, but of my own perception
Killed God, blood, soiled, unclean again
All removables, all transitory
All removables, all transitory
All removables, passin' always
Again, everywhere again
Numbly waitin' for voices to
All removables, passin' always
A bronze moth dies easily
No one made the holes but me
Misery mourns, to be devoured
All removables, all transitory
All removables, passin' always
Never grown, preserved gently
All removables, passin' always
Unknown to others, weak to me
All removables, all transitory
Tell me, for voices to tell me
Broken hands, never endin'