down and under, under and down, dawn and wonder, under the ice, sheets of bleech and bars of steel, pale cale and shallow grinds, people tell stories and you drown, down and under

to know where you come from, to see it all clear
to read and grow,
to feed and have no fear

the coast has a memory of you
it all seem so new

to become a person you must do
something people recognize and find fascinating
something that has value

repeat repeat repeat and die inside the very factory that made you

break out to be free and you die in a vomb

so warm and fresh
so old and hollow
so insane and calm
so clever and unsettled


build me a boat and watch me go under

let me crawl with the crabs
let me sink into the sand
at the deep end
we're all the same

inside and outside,
hairy anyways

you know your ways and i adapt to them
you bleed from a stab in the neck
and i squeeze the fork

drops of lemon and the taste of foul
you've failed me, once again

the teacher looks down and you grab your shirt

you look behind the corner of your eye
and see through the time of your life

to realise is to wake up

coma