The  Drowning  -  Christian  Death

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