Starts of dreams I'm able to breathe underwater,
Someone's daughter's sugar,
Southern-weather voice with Lucky Strikes
She tries to cover the smell,
Cover the noises of his mouth,
Cover the planes of his face,
Cover the noises he makes.
There's a man and I hate him plainly,
Nothing fancy in how glad
I watched them bury him.
But ever since then,
I can feel him all around me,
Clawing like a crowd,
Like the weather sucks me in
And spits me out.
Understand I am only as he made me,
A faithful servant to all of the noise,
All of the lights,
All the flashing in my head,
The sound of his mouth,
Loud as a crowd,
And you're lucky that you're dead
Because Clemency is tugging me
But I'm sorry that she's weak.
Because I won't be merciful,
Like what got you first in your throat,
I will be real, real slow,
Just like a wheel, turn over.
I'm like a wheel.
I'm like a wheel.
I'll be real,
I'll be real.
I'll turn over like a wheel.