Imploder -

I feel beyond morals like Frederick,

the moustached whipper

I dream of a heavenly vessel,

where god would be the skipper

But I’m scared for it darkens, I sense powers come aloose

And I’m lost, I’m of no use, like a coin without a flipper

From here I can see all the good of the world

All the bad of the world, anything of the world

I see seals go abroke, I hear hooves across the skies

I see a black horse, a red one, I see scourge and demise

But what I thought was without

is now gathering within

It’s floating on inwards as the chaos begins

And when I’m swallowed by turmoil,

outside new life sprouts

The sun’s coming back — I fade and go out

Vessels sink, men go under

I don’t wanna die, it feels like cancer

A bridge-collapse, a train that flies

I’m scared of the screams that fill the skies

You’re not gonna die, he says, he lies

Feel hell underfeet, I feel how it fries

Second by second I sink underneath

Second by second I sink underneath

It wears me down