I can feel the riptide of my blaggard blackheart
drag me soulless to an ocean current
that whisks me away without explanation
and you wave from the shore
on sand that used to be yellow,
under a sky that used to be blue
and I wonder where all the ******* colour went,

as I spin in an eddy and everything’s blurry
and I can’t tell where you are anymore
and I try to hold my head above the water
but the surface tension breaks
and it’s so cold and dark in here,
filling my lungs with ice and fire

and still I spin around and around
all the way to the bottom,
walking on seashells as the current
tries to push me somewhere else
but I must overcome and try to push back
but it pushes back harder
and harder I try to push it back
but harder it pushes back at me
so I push harder and harder I push
and it pushes harder and harder it pushes

and I realise that this is my life
and it’s all a dream and I wake
in a sweat from the bottom of the sea
and my room looks the same
and there’s colour and life
except for my blackheart,
that blaggard is mine.