Knee deep in the swelling seas without a thought Or realization of my dying need, I cannot keep out this grim disease For it has plagued and overtaken all, All our dying breed. Waist deep in the ocean's sleep Without a thought or realization of my dying need, (I cannot) can't keep what I didn't reap For I see justice coming swiftly for, For every thought and deed. None had taught. Such wickedness from the start. In deed, in thought, my heart was tearing apart. In vain I fought. Hoping this pain would depart. Still no one could tame this wild heart. Lawless and reckless, my will and my art.