Drowning in a tub of slime and slush
The mud of the brown in your blood
Down into a dry carcass of wasteland
Where everything is dusty and gray and dying
Then it comes…the redemption of rain
Except you can’t keep your feet on the ground
You’re soaring above the clouds, with no attachments
Drop by drop the universe becomes alive and green again
This mania makes you feel like a millionaire