Something has got to give. When did I start choking? When did I start drowning?
Is this what's to become? All thoughts left to wait. My questions: unaswered. I
wish this would break. What am I doing here? These waters extend for miles. My
heart remains the same. Will I ever stop choking? Will I ever stop drowning? Oh
how the faithful city has become a harlot. I should not have put that on you. Leave
my body at the river, let me pass along downstream. Is this what's to become? My
questions: unaswered. I wish this would break. I breathe in your shadows and
sleep in your disinterest. Let the rears fall, let me write some sad songs that you
don't deserve. Let the tears fall. Will I ever stop choking? Will I ever stop drowning?