Heavy brains Heaving words In the twigs, in the dirt Cold, hard tongue against a glistening earth Blind high Blind high Blind high
He was flat on his back on the beach In the freezing sand Heard the blind men chattering Heard the blind men chattering Somewhere far in the distance In the right side of his brain Somewhere far he remembered But he forgot his name
Are you still alive? Does it still hurt? Yeah, you're alive but what's it worth? This vague encyclopedia of hurt