There's something growing
In the dark in the drain
Beautiful terrible thing
Bitter and dark like I've been
Betrayed by nothing
Betrayed by unfeeling

I feel it sneaking up on me
Hanging in the air
A cold winter breath
A soul escaping
Do you want to see
What shape it's taking

There's something growing
Like the moss on your brain
I with my heavy eye
Remind myself to breathe
Don't let me me read your thoughts
I relate too dangerously

It's hard to live with people
It's hard to live alone
It's hard to bear existing
With all these things I own
There's something growing
Perhaps already grown