puddles of sweat
start to pool at your knees
pull you down with me
pull you down down down
a puddle of blood
starts to pool at your knees
down with me
down down down
for all these years
you sat alone
latching onto things
you've thought
you've known
things you've thought
you've know
feel the pressure build
right up to your neck
ivy grabbing and twisting
as it starts to affect
all the things
you thought you've loved
fuck
imagine you were a
computer from the 1980's
how would that sound?
how would it make you feel?
would it change your life?
could it change the world?
