Trying to make sense of this
Swimming with the clenched fists
Talking to a beast in the waves
Swinging at shadows
Wading in my mind
Melting in the mist
Making Faustian deals
Don't forget about this
But that ain't the way
the way that it is
Those days are gone
and never will be again
it's better for you to accept for what it is
I feel submerged and I scream '
'till I run out of breath
But that anger in that water
Is pulling me down
and that water, that water
is making me drown
