Slow down I'm a slow learner
And I go places, I go places
When I feel like it, I feel like


Fee fie, I smell yearning
And I go down, I go down to the

Foot of the foot

Feel it

I'm falling
Feeling
The motion

Pace growing
Falling
Feeling

I feel it

Word from father: "take your son by the wrist

And go wander 'til ye see fit
Tell him you love another instead
Lay him down, tell hime how he will rest

And with that, prepare the thunder"

As he looks up see yourself in his face

Your arms are stronger swallowing spit on the brink
Of a blade used to shave with
Of his wake, and in the moment


I feel like it
I feel it

Forgetting
Feelings
Go asunder

Going under
Fall down
Slow down

I feel it
I feel it


Boy slaughter such a blunder to be
The fee fie, the slow learner
I go down there is no other way

to feel or to be