Black Mud

A mind as clear as a cloudless sky
No room for rust, no room for settled dust
A waning wild thrown to bygone days
No room for rust, no room for settled dust
Im growing black mud up around my veins
And Im going backwards, shutting out the name
But its spiralling, spiralling into something bigger
Im growing black mud up around my veins
And Im going backwards, shutting out the name
But its spiralling, spiralling into something bigger
Is there something bigger?
Is there something bigger?
Wide awake, but I am sleeping
No room for rust, no room for settled dust
Im lying naked, drunk and dreaming
No room for rust, no room for settled dust
Im growing black mud up around my veins
And Im going backwards, shutting out the name
But its spiralling, spiralling into something bigger
Is there something bigger
Is there something bigger
Is there something bigger
Is there something bigger
Would it all
Would it all
Would it all work at all
Would it all
Would it all
Would it all work at all
Would it all
Would it all
Would it all work at all
Would it all
Im growing black mud up around my veins
And Im going backwards, shutting out the name
But its spiralling, spiralling into something bigger
Im growing black mud up around my veins
And Im going backwards, shutting out the name
But its spiralling, spiralling into something bigger
Is there something bigger