Mud

Come in

Don’t leave

Grown man

Can’t see

Figures out

He can’t be

Sunken with the crown

Old man

I can’t see

You’re in the way

I can’t see me

We must confess

Illusions number time

A drunk man’s on the lead

Skies and all bleed

And no one can hear

The cry from the ground

It’s something to dig

There’s something in the mud

There’s something in the mud

There’s something in the mud