Underwater

Sixty year old junkies and their pants are falling down
Trying to convince my intellect can't get that far down
But once the marbles rolling, it's own force will whip it around
'Till you're right back underwater, feel dangling off the ground
Fleeing clarity may point this out when the train is downward bound
But only when you pull the cord will it's truth truly resound
Wake up, burn away the fog, stop waiting to be crowned
Death is the beginning, change is accidentally found

No blood, glue white face
Eye's sinking, darker black
Dwarfed inside my cave
One look, jerked right back
Pale green goes around
Slowly requests again
Answers yes, spirals down
Feels good despite the rest

Wandering sounds go 'round as the rain comes down
It's all pissin on me as I'm homeward bound
Free form streams fill up, run dry
Adopt a highway? I'm not that high
I don't doubt my place of others I'm not sure
Lost with no soul, Goal! Focus impossible
Psychic tunnels remove the choice
Decision arrived before the voice

Open up your dead eyes
There's a lot of love in this room tonight
Open up your dead eyes
There's a lot of love in this room tonight
Open up your dead eyes
There's a lot of love in this room tonight
Open up your dead eyes
There's a lot of love in this room tonight

Who's that comin' on?
The battle is over, but the war still drags on
Who's that comin' on?
The moment is won but the day still drags on
Who's that comin' on?
We're dropping like flies 'cuase we feel shit upon
Who's that comin' on?
We're licking our wounds as the red line
The red line grows long

Who's that comin' on?
Who's that comin' on?
Who's that comin' on?
Who's that comin' on?