Black Mud

A mind as clear as a cloudless sky No room for rust, no room for settled dust A waning wild thrown to bygone days No room for rust, no room for settled dust I'm growing black mud up around my veins And I'm going backwards, shutting out the name But it's spiralling, spiralling into something bigger I'm growing black mud up around my veins And I'm going backwards, shutting out the name But it's spiralling, spiralling into something bigger Is there something bigger? Is there something bigger? Wide awake, but I am sleeping No room for rust, no room for settled dust I'm lying naked, drunk and dreaming No room for rust, no room for settled dust I'm growing black mud up around my veins And I'm going backwards, shutting out the name But it's spiralling, spiralling into something bigger Is there something bigger Is there something bigger Is there something bigger Is there something bigger Would it all Would it all Would it all work at all Would it all Would it all Would it all work at all Would it all Would it all Would it all work at all Would it all I'm growing black mud up around my veins And I'm going backwards, shutting out the name But it's spiralling, spiralling into something bigger I'm growing black mud up around my veins And I'm going backwards, shutting out the name But it's spiralling, spiralling into something bigger Is there something bigger