I grip my mind around an existence of liquidnthat seems to invade my lungs and mind like salt.nI hold onnnLoosing ground to the things that matternover contemplating all this scatter.nThat blurs like an answering machinenthat won't pick upnand the fax fucking rings and ringsnnHyperventilating in my egoncan't find a libidonThere's nothing more than this blocknthat somehow sucks me in again.nnCan't you see thatnI have a problem with realitynCan't you hear menI keep calling but nobody listensnCan't you feel menI keep clawing from the insidenCan't you hear menI keep calling but nobody hears me.nnAll these contemplations, and then I reaching... InnEverything is pulled into you.nI want to rewind every frame from this moment.nI can't believe that I'm drowning.nnFalling down...nnAll this water...