The beggar's swill, the royal wine
Red inside your veins
Bucket full of piss or brine
All just dirty rain
Hardest roots the softest shoots
Filth under the drain
Field in drought, the driest mouth
Dying for a taste of you
To be formless, shapeless, like you
To crash on down, flow around
Wealth, good health
Warm, no more bad storm
Gone, safe from harm
Doom sings through me no more
I am formless I flow around
Like you