wide eyes under water salt burns them open keep hold of the rope keep on looking crumbs from the table kept us diving under but there's nothing left in the ocean pull in the rope half drowned and wet holding nothing chocking on hope the hands down our throats are such kind ones its the heaviest load but that's not my cross to carry empty bottle hands and they hold nothing cut these cobweb chains for they hold nothing toss some silver across to me a lead life ring to throw the drowning stopped halfway to the falling gate a lead life ring to throw the drowning cook sold the meals exchanged it for a horse which was carried for miles by the small ones crippled of fingers stealing a crust of bread make for the door hiding something leaving our hope replaced with self hating and loathing choking on dope the wine down our throats keeps us silent tell me what you are hiding from its dark in here I'd rather not say
