I never really cure myself Let me be a junkie swimming in a coma Mulling this thing over This I never thought of Plugging into manic terrors to my mother Now they are coming for me from every angle Leave and then they come again Pull me in to spill me Sigh and then go Where did you even say we would land Nothing is ever sane inside the echo I guess everyone is outside I am ailing in my urge to find you my dear Belly up becomes you Now you cannot hear me coming through Nothing ever comes to you