Last I heard from Selma,nyour coffin caved in.nDrussella was pregnantnwith some dead dude's kid.nnThe whole town was swept awaynin one last fatal flood.nA body of water, a river of blood.nMeaningful enough.nI’m heading for home.nMeaningful enough.nnLike pyrite and gold.nAre you living the dream,nor are you sleeping it?nnBlew through the roof,nFell through the floor.nActions speak loudernbut words say more.nWhen you’re fast asleepnin a slow dream.nnDressed in camo for all occasions.nWhere the addicts live in basements.nSomething wanders down the hall.nnIt's all I really needed.nMay we all rise to fall.