Feeling around in the darkness
Touching latex like rubber gloves
I can't see the question there
But there's a squeaking sound

Tastes like dirt must be gold
See a chance then its old
Wait to long and grow a tail
What have you got to show

Five lines here and a shadow there
In the end we have no need to drink
Without water you taste like wine
Rancid rotten full of time

So you smell like bitter leaves
And flow like razor blades
What you've got inside your head
Will stay there when you’re dead

No going places beyond our eyes
Staying attached to what doesn't matter
When the wind blows you past
You'll be the sound of laughter

Essence doesn't change its pace
We'll always be the same
Tomorrow won’t remember this
But that's just being sane