Xysma

Towards the horizonFrom under the seaFirmamentIs laughing
at meGreenish visionsFrom the pastMillions of coffinsOf
the futureThe waves sing deathI'm listening to their
messageThe sky melts and the star friesI'm a cell in
your veinsEars turn into birdsFlesh starts to shrinkMy
tearduct evacuates shapes and rainSlugs are crawling
on the sunYour mental health is weakeningThe planet
surrounds youYou're only a reflectionLook at me - I'm
your sceneryPaint me and you'll seeClose your eyes and you'll be free