Floaters in Mud

Stuck in the ground

Shopping for support, nothing can be found

The mind floats around

Crashing back and forth, never really stopping

Turn around and try to face yourself

You may think it looks like someone else

Look from outside, they don't heal

I'm passing through, shaking hands

Eyeless, shit-faced, they're not real

Mud in the brain, all insane

Turn around and try to face yourself

You may think it looks like someone else

Raw display of pain

No shelter, refugee

Floaters in mud

Turn around and face yourself...