Unforming Testo

Now I can’t feel my fingers
But I’m trying to breathe
Where do I end?
I don’t think this is me
Well, I think that I’m thinking
But there's too much to know
It seems that I’m shrinking
While I continue to grow
There’s someone inside me
But it’s not really clear It seems that I’m changing
But I’m not really here

I can’t feel with these hands
I don’t think with this mind
It’s just that I’m looking
But don’t see with these eyes
Now I’m happy to be here
To contain what I’ve lost
Just by thinking this thought
Two parallels cross
Just by thinking I’m here
I will soon disappear
Who cares and who knows
Where I’ve been or will go?
My true name was written
In the water and snow
And that was the time
To let it all go
To let it all go To let it all go

Freedom!
Freedom!
Freedom from fear!
Freedom!
Freedom!
Freedom from fear!
Freedom!
Freedom!
Freedom from...