Day 59: Art of Drowning

well there's a thin line between the empty and complete
test my theory true on the downtown street
like water and oil you know the two will  never meet
walking side-by-side staring at their feet
people all around the world, staring at their feet

people sleeping the alley
drowning in the rain
people sitting in their mansions
drowning on champaign
and that's the art of drowning

and the town square the politician came to speak
the poor gathered around like pigeons at his feet
he said, "we made it through the famine,
it's about time we had a feast,
so promise me your vote and you will eat,
good people, promise me your vote and you will eat"

and they go standing in the full line
like they're standing in their grave
so deep into the lie they're unaware
that the dirt beneath their fingernails
is falling from the air
but they've been warned not to look up
so they don't dare

and that's the art of drowning
hey, that's the art of sinking down,
down, down
that's the art of drowning

throw yourself into dark water
you will never be found

well my father had temper like you wouldn't believe
he drank liquor like the devil did on christmas eve
and he'd go raging through the house looking for mommy
we would go hiding in the closet beneath by stairs
we'd take refuge in the closet by the stairs

he would curse her name, saying,
"bitch, you'd best come out!"
and i would hold her mouth
when she would scream
i threw my body against the door
'till he broke it down
she'd just wipe her eyes
and then come clean

and that's the art of drowning

hey, that's the art of sinking down,

down, down

that's the art of drowning

throw yourself into dark water

you will never be found

i won't let me lungs consume the water

i keep gasping for air

i'm waving my arms inside these waves

until i'm breaking the surface

i'm...

i'm kissing the wind that touches my face

i will not go down

i will not go down

down down

down

i am not drowning

go on, save me from these waters

i want to be found.