Release - Getter, Midoca

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