starts of dreams i m able to breathe underwater someone s daughter s sugar southern weather voice with lucky strikes she tries to cover the smell cover the noises of his mouth blur out the planes of his face cover the noises he makes there s a man and i hate him plainly nothing fancy in how glad i watched them bury him but ever since then i can feel him all around me clawing like a crowd like the weather sucks me in and spits me out understand i am only as he made me a faithful servant to all of the noise all of the lights all the flashing in my head the sound of his mouth loud as a crowd and you re lucky that you re dead because clemency is tugging me but i m sorry that she s weak because i won t be merciful like what got you first in your throat i will be real real slow just like a wheel turn over i m like a wheel i m like a wheel i ll be real i ll be real i ll turn over like a wheel