Some Heavy stuff, after a looong time:
Its the Blood that clogs my veins,
And the Air that chokes my breath,
And my legs become so numb,
As I run away…
No cuts, no wounds, no tear,
And a pain beyond to bear,
And my face’s swollen crumb,
As I run away…
It’s no stupid joke, no mystery,
I feel anymore, I don’t know me,
The wind is mauling, my ear drums screaming…
What the Fish is this bloody feeling?
Polished Crap 