mounds of feeble trouble drop from the skies
I've seen an ailing nothing where the outer space lies
Powder kegs and marbles [of mumbles?] turn from gray to green eyes
I won't be sentimental
stay at a hospital tonight
hyrdrophonic sonic rhymes
submerge me in the water until i'm free of all crimes
[brussle?] propulsive healthy mouses
gurgle in slime
and fondle all the fishes and make them all cheer up
rage in their souls gotta be controlled
I'm often confused
waves in the pool
burr in my side
make it come back
you make it connect
you make it come true
and that's it