This is a song from the bottom of a well
There are things down here
Ive got to try and tell;
Its dark and light at the very same time,
The water sometimes seems like wine.

I learned some information way down here
That might fill your heart and soul with fear;
But dont you worry, no dont be afraid ...
Im not in the magical mystery trade.

My imagination begins to purr
As things dont happen, they just occur.
Softly crackling electrical smell,
Theres something burning at the bottom of this well.

Sitting here alone I just have to laugh
I see all the universe as a comfortable bath;
I drown my body so my mind is free
To indulge in pleasurable fantasies.

Theres something strange going on down here ..
A sickening implosion of mistrust and fear.
A vast corruption thats about to boil
A mixture of greed and the smell of oil.

This is a song from the bottom of a well
I didnt move here, I just fell.
But Im not complaining, I dont even care
cause if Im not here, then its not there.