I never really cure myself
Let me be a junkie swimming in a coma
Mulling this thing over
This I never thought of
Plugging into manic terrors to my mother
Now they are coming for me from every angle
Leave and then they come again
Pull me in to spill me
Sigh and then go
Where did you even say we would land
Nothing is ever sane inside the echo
I guess everyone is outside
I am ailing in my urge to find you my dear
Belly up becomes you
Now you cannot hear me coming through