The fluid leached him It filled his heart, his soul Long lost sunken boat Still searching inside me The bold liquid Searing through Cleaning, evaporating Jump into the brew The leeching movements Cleared up your thought Long lost forgotten vessel You have been taught and tainted Some time ago, raised like my own one, Sat on a dark edge, sang the song, Of the dark liquid (that satisfied) My own son, curled up and twisted, It filled his lungs It filled his tongue It filled his lungs It filled our hearts Step the last step Break your edge Detach your teeth Sing the old song To each his own You’ll never drown In your light Sudden rush of fright Loose your new sight Accept the void Cherish the fraud You will be Born again Into this skin Don’t shed this new shame Your scales aren’t there anymore You’ll never sing the song Of the one true leech Stories howling beside Stagnant thought inside Melodies, searing pain Words, barely sane Hardened crust On my blind eyes Singing with disgust Yelling with despise Swimming in circles The currents can’t decide Enjoying the motions I’ll just enjoy the ride Down below, lying alone Light depraved river flows I still sing the song Curled up and twisted As it fills my lungs Step the last step Break your edge Attach your new fins Write the old song To each his own I’ll never drown In your light Sudden rush of might Loose your blind sight Accept the void Cherish the fraud I will be born again Into your skinless fear Deep and pointless Don’t shed in vain Hide what became Hide me inside Deep in your maze of vigorous Warm and unsafe Melodies of the only song that I can Sing out loud and proud about myself