Gone under two times.
I've been struck dumb by a voice that speaks from deep beneath the cold black water.
It's twice as clear as heaven, and twice as loud as reason.
It's deep and rich like silt on a riverbed and just as never ending.
The current's mouth below me opens up around me. Suggests and beckons all while swallowing.
It surrounds and drowns and sweeps me away.

But I'm so comfortable...too comfortable.

Shut up shut up shut up shut up you're saturating me.
So how could I let this bring me back to my knees again.

Third time and I've been baptized by your voice.
It screams from deep beneath the endless water...it's half as high as heaven and half as clear as reason.
It's cold and and black like silt on the riverbed.

But I'm so comfortable. Far too comfortable.

Why don't you kill me, I'm weak and numb and insignificant, and I'm back on my knees.

Euphoria.

I'm back down, I'm in the undertow.
I'm helpless and awake, I'm in the undertow.
I'll die beneath the undertow.
There doesn't seem no other way out of the undertow.

Euphoria.