I used to float down by the shores,
where the sea met and the ground,
and the ground had floors.
I used to float upon my stomach,
bloated and dead by the summit.

What a lovely sight it was to see,
the sun peering down on my body dead and lifeless as can be.
What a greeting stench creeping up your nose,
the smell of morning dew seeping through the rose,
Pushing daises ten feet in,
you're not my family, not my ken.

You make me sick with that snaking grin,
the traiter you are stay in your pin,
rot away in your cage,
you act and play as if life is a stage,
but instead you are somber and full of rage.

I used to float down by the shores,
where the sea met the ground,
and the ground had floors.