Fee Fie

Slow down I'm a slow learner

and I go places, I go places

when I feel like it, I feel like

Fee fie, I smell yearning

and I go down, I go down to the

foot of the foot

Feel it

I'm falling

feeling

the motion

pace growing

falling

feeling

I feel it

Word from father: "take your son by the wrist

and go wander 'til ye see fit

Tell him you love another instead

Lay him down, tell hime how he will rest

and with that, prepare the thunder"

As he looks up see yourself in his face

Your arms are stronger swallowing spit on the brink

of a blade used to shave with

of his wake, and in the moment

I feel like it

I feel it

Forgetting

feelings

go asunder

Going under

Fall down

Slow down

I feel it

I feel it

Boy slaughter such a blunder to be

The fee fie, the slow learner

I go down there is no other way

to feel or to be