This is a song from the bottom of a well

There are things down here

I've got to try and tell;

It's dark and light at the very same time

The water sometimes seems like wine.



I learned some information way down here

That might fill your heart and soul with fear;

But don't you worryno don't be afraid ...

I'm not in the magical mystery trade.



My imagination begins to purr

As things don't happenthey just occur.

Softly crackling electrical smell

There's something burning at the bottom of this well.



Sitting here alone I just have to laugh

I see all the universe as a comfortable bath;

I drown my body so my mind is free

To indulge in pleasurable fantasies.



There's something strange going on down here ..

A sickening implosion of mistrust and fear.

A vast corruption that's about to boil

A mixture of greed and the smell of oil.



This is a song from the bottom of a well

I didn't move hereI just fell.

But I'm not complainingI don't even care

'cause if I'm not herethen it's not there.