Sepultura Floaters In Mud
Stuck in the ground Shopping for support, nothing can be found The mind floats around Crashing back and forth, never really stopping Turn around and try to face yourself You may think it looks like someone else Look from outside, they don't heal I'm passing through, shaking hands Eyeless, shit-faced, they're not real Mud in the brain, all insane Turn around and try to face yourself You may think it looks like someone else Raw display of pain No shelter, refugee Floaters in mud Turn around and face yourself...
