Walking the street that takes my name
The touch of slur and insult covering up rain
I could live forever under indigo light
The chemical in my heart that makes it hurt says otherwise
Lay me in the bardo
The pang now the mirror shows a different face
Only gets louder when I try to change your ways
The furtive operator tells me the best that I can do
Is to let you be a ghost and not to misconstrue
Lay me in the bardo
Lay me in the bardo
Lay me in the bardo
Lay me in the bardo