Mud

I'll eat the mud.

I'll suck the sun

out of the sky,

puncture the clouds.

When I'm throwin' down,

it won't make a sound;

below the bed,

under the ground.

When I fought the night,

it stayed asleep.

It didn't move,

the dark is cheap.

I'm braiding hair,

braiding it well.

My father taught me

and now I can tell.

When I'm asleep

and when I'm awake,

I'm not afraid.

This dirt is fake.

Lyrics Submitted by Markles