I grip my mind around an existence of liquid   that seems to invade my lungs and mind like salt.   I hold on      Loosing ground to the things that matter   over contemplating all this scatter.   That blurs like an answering machine   that won't pick up   and the fax fucking rings and rings      Hyperventilating in my ego   can't find a libido   There's nothing more than this block   that somehow sucks me in again.      Can't you see that   I have a problem with reality   Can't you hear me   I keep calling but nobody listens   Can't you feel me   I keep clawing from the inside   Can't you hear me   I keep calling but nobody hears me.      All these contemplations, and then I reaching... I      Everything is pulled into you.   I want to rewind every frame from this moment.   I can't believe that I'm drowning.      Falling down...      All this water...