Yeah I'm back now
The knee deep swamp of sadness
The eyes turn liquid
So how do we know we're buoyant?
The airs too moist

Wines of confusions
Torn flesh bleeds down
Its poison
How do we pass this nettle?
The thorns grow thick

Yeah I found a small boat
It’s got some holes
Yeah I got addictions
So I can float on, on the puss

There’s no end
There are no questions to answer left
A scary circle I got bored of
A waking nightmare where I relax