I grip my mind around an existence of liquid that seems to invade my lungs and mind like salt.
Loosing ground to the things that matter over contemplating all this scatter. That blurs like an answering machine and the fax fucking rings and rings
Hyperventilating in my ego There's nothing more than this block that somehow sucks me in again.
I have a problem with reality I keep calling but nobody listens I keep clawing from the inside I keep calling but nobody hears me.
All these contemplations, and then I reaching... I
Everything is pulled into you. I want to rewind every frame from this moment. I can't believe that I'm drowning.