A feral child
I will live without a sound
Slowly
And cover me
Dripping down the rooftops
Slowly
And...
Cover me
While the sinking feeling blooms
Our secrets blow in southern winds
Today is a good day to bury bad news
With my black lung
Mother tongue
I'm quiet
With all my might
I spin
I live slowly
A feral child
Quiet tides are carrying my fury
And from outside
I float within a blurry sky, lonely
And now I find I have become
A peaceful man with a loaded gun
I'm hitching a ride
A thorn in the side
I live off the blood of a pelican
With my black lung
Mother tongue
I'm quiet
With all my might
I spin
I live slowly