Bent Knee Way Too Long
Oil spill out by the docks
What color were those feathers before?
Oil up to my ankles, sticking
Swallowing tar and I am sinking
Consequences way too much
My capillaries look like big black gloves
I've held this secret for way too long
Rainbows glisten on sand
They lure me in close until I gag
Every inch of skin ripples, twitching
Inhaling toxic gas I'm choking
Glazed by a layer of slick
I'm latched to the hull of a dirty ship
And it's squeezing all the air out of this
Goddamn cave I live in
