Black spot heavy ink to my bones From lone sitting stark and alone Now my limbs are writing I start blurry casting a stone A lone ripple tears through the blank Lighting the face of the deep Stirring the delicate monsters I keep Kicking down Pushing toward the ground There's a word there I need As far in this world as I can from belief I'm (swimming toward the black dot) I see those bodies bobbing and wasting on the shore Soggy pages litter the sand with pure thought and White bones clean as mind in a vacuum taking sun Safe beach blankets flat and getting nowhere With the bodies bobbing and wasting on the shore Soggy pages litter the sand with pure thought and Lying, lying, lying, to themselves Dying, dying, dying clean and pure beneath a parasol Black spot heavy ink to my bones From lone sitting stark and alone Now my limbs are writing I start blurry casting a stone A lone ripple tears through the blank Stirring the delicate monsters I keep pushing down Stirring the delicate monsters I keep pushing down