Drowning/Choking from Worm Paper by Nick Mundell

I'm drowning in the chains, I paint on myself,
A coward in retreat, to the third ring of hell,
I'm sloppy in my saunter,
and I begin to traipse, through the landscaped grounds,

I'm choking on the beliefs, I've put in myself,
It's filled with toxins, and it bad for my health,
the promise of the reduction of pain begins to swell,

I'm drowning in the chains, I paint on myself,
Scattered brained and lost, where my demons dwell,
I'm sloppy in my saunter,
and I begin to traipse, through the landscaped grounds,

I'm drowning in the chains, I paint on myself,
A coward in retreat, to the third ring of hell,
I'm sloppy in my saunter,
and I begin to traipse, through the landscaped grounds,

• Experimental
• Portland