Are you swimming or sinking
to those lush temptations?
Fighting a current?
or riding elation?

How long can you hold your breathe
before coming up for air?
the shade of your guide?
is there something there?

Now send me a postcard
From the frigid water's shadowed bed
Don't forget to smile
Or risk losing your head

Bending and distorting
Crystals curl over your frame
Holding you close
Driving you insane

Look to me and I'll look away
But I want to watch you fade
Hands firm in my pockets
No soul left to be saved

Now I drink from those waters
Damn are they sweet
When I taste your final moments
Only then am I complete