ICE-NINE-SURFER

Sullen, drowning, blasted, forlorn, in transient....
Where is the rythymus blieben,
where is the freedom to not be free anymore,
I have no accountability, I have no more,
my soul is torn, my life reformed,
dead to mourn, fresh to scorn.
take and make me
make me
stake me
fake me
break me
fall
res
in