"Lungs" Lyrics

Hands soiled with ash
I drift toward the roiling ocean
Whether my legs take me
Or some unknown instinct
I prepare to drink
To swallow the foaming filth
I let my lungs fill
To rid me of these cunts and slugs
The ocean holds me tenderly
No thought given to struggle

Accept my fate without a fight
Azure sky turns to grey
Hand dig into sand
On my knees I watch the brine
Ready to take me
Hungry for my breath
My gods hold me buoyant
I dip and flow with the tide
Finally released, finally free
Finally me. Finally me.