Cursor - Chokebore

South east Tyger river is swollen and all the divers were left there to die,

swimming in circles like lizards under blackened and swollen skies.

They’re nothing but cold little demons;

they’re nothing but scared little mice.

They’re nothing but cold little demons, swimming back and forth under the ice.

I called to tell you I am drowning.

I called to say that I am drowned.

The dirt around my feet

can whisper.

The dirt around here screams out loud.

See.

The people that I know

won’t touch me;

they stay as far as they can be.

I guess they think that they can’t trust me, and I can’t kill what I can’t see.

See.

South east Tyger river is swollen and all the divers were left there to

die, swimming in circles like lizards under blackened and swollen skies.

They’re nothing but cold little demons;

they’re nothing but cold little mice.

They’re nothing but sad little demons, swimming back and forth under the ice.

I called to tell you I am drowning.