Slow down I'm a slow learner   and I go places, I go places   when I feel like it, I feel like      Fee fie, I smell yearning    and I go down, I go down to the   foot of the foot      Feel it   I'm falling   feeling   the motion   pace growing   falling    feeling    I feel it      Word from father: "take your son by the wrist   and go wander 'til ye see fit   Tell him you love another instead   Lay him down, tell hime how he will rest   and with that, prepare the thunder"      As he looks up see yourself in his face   Your arms are stronger swallowing spit on the brink   of a blade used to shave with   of his wake, and in the moment      I feel like it   I feel it   Forgetting   feelings   go asunder   Going under   Fall down   Slow down   I feel it   I feel it      Boy slaughter such a blunder to be   The fee fie, the slow learner   I go down there is no other way   to feel or to be