The Swamp Lyrics

Sunk in the turgid muck
I keel and squat in foot long thrusts
Toward the only place I feel no shame,
Or bidden by the buzzing stare
That cuts across the surface of the stagnant swamp.

Here three days no sun or rain
Breaks the mists that cling to my face.
No will to speed up or despair to drown,
Just constant ghosts in seas of brown.
My pace is tugged with desperate will
And a scream pukes from my lungs.

I wrench apart the vine and root
That keeps me from the comfort sounds
Of falling rain and leaves and the warmth of steely sun.

I find, dismayed, the tortured land,
Of burning bone and sea of flesh,
Echoing my former home.
Obliteration of stubborn hope forgotten
Nothing saved of savaged love,
Of life depraved.

I close my eyes, fall away.
Fall back into the swamp,
To sleep, to dream and forget
To float back to the start where I woke
In the turgid muck again.

To start my trudge again.

Keep me from peeling,
stop me revealing
Keep me relieving,
only deceiving.

Keep me from peeling,
only revealing
Filthy relieving,
don't be deceiving.

Lie still...