I'm not alright I can feel you in my sleep I can feel you near me I'm this soft tread That wears very thin I hear when they sin I'm this dark space I'm this ground face And I can see your face I'm lofty iron Heavy and tense Dark in some sense Roasted and worn Clothes have been torn I feel like one million dollars Sold off and won Ideas are done My brain is dead for hours I'll kill my own son A champion We'll be dead as everyone I feel my own head After I'm dead And there will be no flowers