oh muddy water flowing in this murky veinnrode his bike into the riverncame out soaking but the same, disenchantednhates the world he's living innit's curtains raides to no applause nand the future blood on santa claws nand the river bank is just broken glassnyou can hear the cars on theoverpassnswimming in a stagnent streamntreading water at thirteennhe's trying to breatheninhaling muddy waterntrying to seenit's stinging, muddy waterntrying to leave the sins of our fathersnhe can't concieve why he should even bothernmuddy water pulls him down