And it won't sink into
But I watch and wait all the same
With ears full of tar and god
There is no room for feel or vain speech

Wretched viewing
With your jaded eyes
Gnawing, chewing
You've grown to despise
What first made you
Open up to this
What convinced you
That you had found bliss?

And when the tar and blindess
Is replaced with clarity
I'll smile and shake my head
As your small lungs flood

And when it rears its filthy head
I'll be there
And when it pours out of you
I'll be there too

Wretched viewing
With your jaded eyes
Gnawing, chewing
You've grown to despise
What first made you
Open up to this
What convinced you
That you had found bliss?
And when the tar and blindess
Is replaced with clarity
I'll smile and shake my head
As your lungs flood
There is no place for this
Only tar is left
And the rats will swarm to you
Like the god that you are

You could fill
Lakes with what
Comes from your
Eyes