The Halfwit

I made my way up, but I've still got to search the graves I clawed my way up, I kick spuds in the fallow ground and don't blink for days I search my person, I take stock and then I I slope off for the transformation There's signs of new growth, saltwater on my livid skin I turned into a halfwit I swam in water full of fish Made it my mission to remember Everything I ever did I made my way up, But I've still got to search the graves I play blackjack by myself and don't blink for days I search my person, I take stock and then I I slope off for the transformation, water on my livid skin I turned into a halfwit I swam in water full of fish Made it my mission to remember Everything I ever did I turned into a halfwit (And I've still got to search the graves) I swam in water full of fish (But I don't want to touch the hands) Made it my mission to remember (And I didn't want to cross the line) Everything I ever did Peppered on the floor the joints and knucklebones Of saints and hermits Somewhere in the dark, the sound of rushing water My eyes are open