Ozone Layer

I could be a player in your ozone layer.

The absence of oxygen, the pollution comin' to fuck again.

Yeah. We could walk on a cloud, no shoes, no ground.

Pretending to be angels, just one time. Blowing the devils inside.

'Cause we live in a sick place, each one with your fake face.

And sometimes we need to regress. Become a kid, make a mess.

I mean, a big mess.

hovering somewhere in your bed.

Fulfilling your emptiness sad.

Then, smile.

I mean, a big smile.