Current swill is sour   The intangible of never   Bitterness biting   Consciousness seething   Hiding the wave   A clouded grave      Stand alone to see the sky   Clouds form tearing open   Under weight pressure builds   Push up to fall down      I fight the rising swell   I die, tomorrow's dreams   Awake in sweat, a clouded realm   Fighting a twisted arm, a tangled moment lengthens      Tomorrow came far away   Another life, a different time      I fight, I die, awake