Watering hole
You make our room into a sea
Not easy to see
You want to make things grow
Hammer and spikes come from your hose
You could have built a fire
I try to stay floating by the walls
You say I don’t have to see them
You are really close
Sliding with your chainsaw
Fingers and toes
Drowning in their voices
Let go of my ear, I’m not your boy
I’m a man, I’m not your toy
I am a fuse in your machine they just tested
Ready to blow
You never bleed
You just sweat all over
I canґt swim
Diving is same as dying