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From the depths I called you, ma for your breath and breast
so warm and fabled Your hands reached inside grabbed
my heart, enlarged, disabled Hailed for your mercy
An ear that cares How the blues sound from up
there? With my wet hair, I wipe the blood off of your
feet Carry me through these shark infested waters Well
you spared me from slaughter for sure, but these sharks are
equally in need of a martyr Oh kindness shared
Undeserved purest gift, this life you spared How
the blues sound from up there? Teeth gnashing,
masticating this dumb tongue Quiet now, quiet now, hear
that supplication echo into the void been recieved by
no one Oh my sweet dear Cold alone poisoning
ourselves engulfed in our own tears Signed, blues
from down here. Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash
away your Time for your favorite story of how to
achieve golden glory Wash yourself all squeaky clean
all in white all Hallow's Eve Lessen your
desire hold your breath so patiently never inquire how
to be free Just stay on your knees You might
doubt it think there's nothing left for me to do
but stomp my feet and shout about it From the
depths I called you. Now I'm waiting for an
answer patiently Stuck here at the bottom of this well
It's not the last you've heard from me