I need violent dying I need quiet time If you don't believe me as I slide in the sea ... It doesn't matter much to me. I lie down and I float nowhere I know why, because I lie, Just hearing my mouth open I feel the water on my skin Dry. I scorn and shame you, Berate and blame you I beg you to come to me. It's easy; you let me. Don't leave me. Now you won't come out tonight Your clothes are clung to you with fright How am I here again I fear the mornings as they pull near. I need violent dying I need quiet times Hear me, save me as I slide in the sea. No hands, no one. No