I wait and watch for the dawn to break
Hoping that there will be a way
I listen to the things you say
Nothing can help to ease the pain
Deeper and deeper I feel myself falling
Further and further into the break
Sibilant echoes, the gossamer sea-spray
Will I hit the bottom before I wake?
Scratching and biting fleas on my skin
Whispering voices that come from within
A man with a background, living in sin
No one will help him, no one will help me
Somebody calling out to the sun
Visions of darkness, visions of blood
A man in white shines a light in my eyes:
Mother, am I really dying?