[Chapter I]

What's with me and stars, gardens, blue light, and the trees?
Sometimes I feel like Poseidon losing control over my seas
Came face to face with God and it left a scratch on my sanity,
but before I go down I have a feeling I'm taking you with me

Now the boat is capsized, vessel smothered,
making it hard to breathe
Our biggest worries below us, hiding in the water we cannot see
Paranoia and curiosity get the best of me
Turn upside-down and catch a glimpse of what's under
but now I cannot see what this means to me
A fury of stilted speech sparks the tide
Ride it deep to your muse birth
Drink it slow
Taste the undertow of pretension
The liquid embryo congeals in your throat
when all you take away is that my metaphors blow

Better to scold than coddle
Better to drain what follows
Before the rain unbottles, look at the swill you'll swallow

A lonely road, badly paved and hollow
Stepped in a hole, fell into a flooded tunnel before you rowed up,
before you came up shallow,
before you echoed you'd rather drown than swallow this

It's not the same as being afraid to swim underneath the sea,
and it's not enough to picture your arms as limbs of a tree,
but I've got you here with me
I've got you, and you can't leave me
Push away, crawl away, but you'll never leave me