The Water: II: When It All Goes to Hell

There you are
It's soft and it's red
Floating free
In your own private bed
Then one day
You're pushed down a well
And you feel your funny bone crack
When it all goes to hell

You come into
A world cold and bright
And after a while
It all seems alright
You dance and play
But it's too soon to tell
That you'll find yourself scathed and attacked
When it all goes to hell

When it all goes to hell

And you don't even try to get up
When it all goes to hell