Seven years wash up behind me
and i’m wondering what the time is
its a question of perception
and i dont want you with hurt
there’s an old man in the corner
in his sunk and withered features
see reflections of my future
will you join me there

i’m here to find the watershed
to shake the past away
to drown me in a pool of tears
and start another day

and now i’ve swallowed down the poison
sister will you still believe me
will you feed me down the serum
will you follow me

my secret haunt, my favourite place
where i cut down..