At the end of the long stream,
I took the day dream and I washed it out.
Blood mixes in and …
but if it’s not completely saturated then you just look like a fool.
Long course been walking now,
the sides of the sky.
Split the seems to gleam in.
Your own god, in your own mind, pray it out.
twenty four, twenty five, twenty six…
We are still talking about Jeckyll and Hyde.
Which one will wash ashore in this breath?
Which one drowned the other in the bet?
How many minutes has he got left
Im talking about breathing inn the bottle
I was a sailors grave.
You’d been fucking it under the sun for a millennia.
Just came to wits a century ago
Its Nonsense now.
thirty one, thirty, twenty nine…
let the lead out.