Nausea

 

It was a bright and beautiful morning in spring

I just went out in the forest to collect some wood fore the fire

when I stumbled upon this strangely formed root ..

 

Behind the things they sleep

but waiting beyond your god

Just to hear them breath

records, the end

to lose it all at once

the words

the sounds

the love

the ground

they sleep, 

they sleep

 

Get Well Soon

Now you must go

 When one day the ferryman comes

And sets off from the known shore

They say beneath these waves

True hearts have no fear

Reminiscently writes your invoice

Counting virtues and flaws

Oh boy, you never knew

It all adds up to now

If he sets sail now

He'll make it to

heaven 

or

hell

 Before dawn

Get Well Soon