I didn't know about your slough skin
Of the hideout in the wood's light
By the debauchery of the ancient
I didn't know anything

So I was searching in my words
Flicking through them to their origin
To discover ***** of skin
Buried in oblivion
Within creaky floorboard
In abandoned buildings

Your skin was at such a place
I didn't know about this
I was diving
In the cooling mud of my dreams
Grinning words were there
Robbed from the mouths of sick angels

I wanna be close to you
Gimme your breath!
At the goal there is no quest
So I flee to the land of the mutes
There are only answers

I'll be going there
I'm certain
I don't know anything