The drowning      Up for three days   Up for three days   Down under ground for six more   Incisions cannot penetrate my feet   Tripping, gliding, falling numbly   Hands held together with unwanted skin   Ripping, hiding calling dumbly      You, in houses of mud   You, in gutter sleep-love   You, born to slaughter-swathed gloves   You, dressing daughters and sons   Like you - I am broken and fragile   Like you - I am tasting my heart for the first time   Like you - I am feeding on slumber   Like you - I've left my eyes far behind me   Down for the count I'm still drowning   I'm still drowning      The eighth day   Sleep, the eighth day   Clawed my way back to the first   No gentle fingers collapse on my eyes   Weeping, prying, struggling blindly   There's no sanity standing me back on my feet      I'm in an empty room   I'm burning books from you   I'm lost in bed with you   Breaking these mirrors to end all I've seen      Like you - I am broken and fragile   Like you - I am tasting my heart for the first time   Like you - I am feeding on slumber   Like you - I've left my eyes far behind me   Down for the count I'm still drowning   I'm still drowning      I'm still drowning