One Mississippi

To not focus on the limb that's missing,
With the damn phantom thing itching.
Yeah, it is a difficult mission,
But listen.

With much of the whole intact,
In this great anarchic expanse,
It mostly comes down to a gang of ants,
Swarming on the shadow of the stain of a drop of blood.

I know, I gotta submit to whatever it is and control.
I know, stop throwing shadow on shadow and let it all go.
I know, you say one Mississippi.

(January, February, March,
Since you've gone away).

Constantly rising from and falling into flame.
My body knows more than I can form with my brain.
And with the roar from the deepest core cave,
Cut a coil of his old spoil ways.

I know, I gotta submit to whatever it is and control.
I know, stop throwing shadow on shadow and let it all go.
I know, it goes one Mississippi.
One Mississippi.

I know, I know, I gotta submit to whatever it is and control