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Sunk in the turgid muckI keel and squat in foot long thrustsToward the only place I feel no shame,Or bidden by the buzzing stareThat cuts across the surface of the stagnant swamp.Here three days no sun or rainBreaks the mists that cling to my face.No will to speed up or despair to drown,Just constant ghosts in seas of brown.My pace is tugged with desperate willAnd a scream pukes from my lungs.I wrench apart the vine and rootThat keeps me from the comfort soundsOf falling rain and leaves and the warmth of steely sun.I find, dismayed, the tortured land,Of burning bone and sea of flesh,Echoing my former home.Obliteration of stubborn hope forgottenNothing saved of savaged love,Of life depraved.I close my eyes, fall away.Fall back into the swamp,Letras de cancionesTo sleep, to dream and forgetTo float back to the start where I wokeIn the turgid muck again.To start my trudge again.Keep me from peeling, stop me revealingKeep me relieving, only deceiving.Keep me from peeling, only revealingFilthy relieving, don't be deceiving.Lie still... From Letras Mania