The Wheel

Starts of dreams I'm able to breathe underwater,

Someone's daughter's sugar,

Southern-weather voice with Lucky Strikes

She tries to cover the smell,

Cover the noises of his mouth,

Cover the planes of his face,

Cover the noises he makes.

There's a man and I hate him plainly,

Nothing fancy in how glad

I watched them bury him.

But ever since then,

I can feel him all around me,

Clawing like a crowd,

Like the weather sucks me in

And spits me out.

Understand I am only as he made me,

A faithful servant to all of the noise,

All of the lights,

All the flashing in my head,

The sound of his mouth,

Loud as a crowd,

And you're lucky that you're dead

Because Clemency is tugging me

But I'm sorry that she's weak.

Because I won't be merciful,

Like what got you first in your throat,

I will be real, real slow,

Just like a wheel, turn over.

I'm like a wheel.

I'm like a wheel.

I'll be real,

I'll be real.

I'll turn over like a wheel.