I made my way up, but I've still got to search the graves
I clawed my way up, I kick spuds in the fallow ground and don't blink for days
I search my person, I take stock and then I
I slope off for the transformation
There's signs of new growth, saltwater on my livid skin
I turned into a halfwit
I swam in water full of fish
Made it my mission to remember
Everything I ever did
I made my way up, But I've still got to search the graves
I play blackjack by myself and don't blink for days
I search my person, I take stock and then I
I slope off for the transformation, water on my livid skin
I turned into a halfwit
I swam in water full of fish
Made it my mission to remember
Everything I ever did
I turned into a halfwit (And I've still got to search the graves)
I swam in water full of fish (But I don't want to touch the hands)
Made it my mission to remember (And I didn't want to cross the line)
Everything I ever did
Peppered on the floor the joints and knucklebones
Of saints and hermits
Somewhere in the dark, the sound of rushing water
My eyes are open
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