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...