As clear as mud in a tropical storm,

Every new day brings a brand new dawn,

And after the tempest the calm will come,

Stroke my hand and lead me home.

Kiss my forehead as I fall asleep,

Stroke my cheek when I start to weep;

At the thought of a madness that's dragged me down,

In seas of mud, to wail and kick and scream, and finally,

Drown.



The mud runs deep,

And home is far,

Wanting sleep,

To awaken is hard.

I must go on,

I must find home,

But sleep is strong,

I can't carry on.



It's stupid, I feel,

To be so weak.

While my body is moving, my mind's asleep,

In the realm of nightmares, I start to scream;

But when people stare, it's only a dream.

There's hell flames and heaven,

Nought forgives my sin,

For I can't tell the difference; which one am I in?



The madness takes over,

I'm too far from home;

Mud's closing over me,

I'm alone and alone.

Can't even breathe now,

From the scene in my head,

Showing me all alone;

Alone, confused, and then dead.