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