| Release |
|---|
| The vine where I had grown my fruit |
| Has dried and hangs down like a noose |
| My shell has become a haunted place |
| But the ghost inside begs me to stay |
| I just want release |
| I just want release |
| I keep on searching just to find |
| I’m absent inside this skin disguise |
| My shell has become a haunted place |
| But the ghost inside begs me to stay |
| I just want release |
| I just want release |
