The Wrestle

(álbum: The Winter Of Mixed Drinks - 2010)

The crumpled ocean is no boat trip
The dark waters stole my clothing
The shape stirs beneath me
A pulse pounds along bloodstreams
The first bite marks the beginning of
The clotheless wrestle with the clotheless animal

Bare those teeth to me please, man eater
You can see all of me, naked with fear
This is the test I left land for
To grip flesh and pull muscle in
The vice clinch of the struggle
I can't give in to the weight of
The clotheless wrestle with the clotheless animal
Animal, animal, animal

My enemy, please stay close to me
I've no breath left, you cold breath thief
The last gasp from a burst lung
The fight fathers, the weak son
The last taste of salt in my mouth
My skin breaks with no sound

I'm torn limb from limb
There is bone, there is gristle, and spit
In the clotheless wrestle
The clotheless animal
Animal, animal, animal