in this gray harbour of tears we are capsising
still waters belie the current that drags us down
without a sun shallow waters can only be black
as cold and as weathered as the leaves
that clog your dead mouth
what the f*** is wrong with us people?
what the f*** is wrong with you people?
looking down your nose judging me f*****
looking down your nose from the same mother
looking down your nose, judge, judge f*****
as we sink below
could you have walked on water with two led feet?
this epiphany reached whilst breathing through a straw
conscience is the only weak link in my ball and chain
I've been making excuses for things I've done to myself
What the f*** is wrong with us people?
what the f*** is wrong with you people?
down, down, down down down
can I be?
can I be all of these people at once?
can I please all of you parasites at once?
can I be all of these people at once?
can I be?
I cannot be.
