Stuck in the ground 

Shopping for support, nothing can be found 

The mindfloats around 

Crashing back and forth, never really stopping 



Turn around and try to face yourself 

You may think it looks like someone else 



Look from outside, they don't heal 

I'm passing through, shaking hands 

Eyeless, shit-faced, they're not real 

Mud in the brain, all insane 



Turn around and try to face yourself 

You may think it look like someone else 



Raw display of pain 

No shelter, refugee 



Floaters in mud 



Turn around and face yourself...