“Call me when they bury bodies underwater It's blue light over murder for Crumble like a temple built from future daughters To wasteland the oceans recede Merry in morning earn your bitter fodder easier to try not eat So flood Atlantic bandage up trenches Anything get sleep I woke surrounded eyes frozen planets Just orbiting vacuum am They talk through damage consequence And how it's pain know don't understand Sobbing as turn statues at bedside I'm trying crush into sand weather nothing Wash away blood on my hands Call Don't you wake (Don't me me) up)”