Swimming Through Stone

I have heard about this
 About walking into rooms
 And flooring covered with snakeskins
 Oh snakesins how i wanna crawl back in
 To them like sleeping bags
 And i need things like i need paper thin fins
 How i envy the herrings
 Always on their way
 In easy flashes
 Tiny lightnings
 Glinting
 Like sparks when wolves
 Strike flint
 While i feel like i am swimming through stone
 So i'll hold my brain out of the water
 As i swim my remains back to him
 Cause the last thing that i need is a wet brain
 During the hurricane
 So i'll rest my weary head
 Between the eagrets beak
 So i can hear you sing
 The salmon eggs to sleep
 With the songs of the wild
 I thought the coast was clear
 I thought the coast was clear
 But i'm wading through dead skeeters
 Through wriggling larva
 Through blood suckers
 And i've never sucked blood before this
 And i've never sucked blood before this
 I've never sucked blood before this
 And i knew better
 But i walked right in again
 And there is that floor all covered
 With owl pellets
 I examine the tiny bits
 In wonder and decay
 All mystified
 At the little skeletal
 Glories
 I wonder what went on in the rabbits hole
 And how these tiny things cannot seem to escape
 Until we are left with snakeskin
 And matted fur
 Hair thin
 Oh hair thin
 Bones.