In my mind I hold a passion panacia for the poison. My bruised and battered body washes up on shore. Sins flee from leaking wounds like rats from sinking ships, as I float off to forever with the words upon my lips. No, I never asked for nothing, and thats just what I got. As my pride dies before I do, as I fall I'm also caught. I've wasted many days chasing brighty gleeming streams and i float off to forever, do I now know what it means.