Falling in your, falling in your arms
Fish on a line, learns to live on dry land
Thrown back again to drown
Kinder with poison
Than pushed down a well — or a face burnt to hell
Feel the cruel stones breaking her bones
Dead before born
Words fall in ruins — but no sound
She’s dying of your shame — she maimed by your paw
He gives birth to swimming horses
Fish on a line, walking on dry land
But, back in the water to drown we drown
Floating in sky
He gives birth to swimming horses
Take a ride on the tide with the assassin at your side
The weightlessness under water — forgets in slow motion
& washes pointless tortures
He gives birth to swimming horses
Floating in sky like fishes can fly through your arms