Hey, hey, keep.

pain, no meds, light-headed

Twelve fold we're lost near the metal

I cannot understand your hands.

I am left in pending confusion,

Last self made man

No-one quite gets my breakdown, 

I cannot satisfy my foes.

The length, the breadth of the impotence

Life lost, never lived, I'll never know. 

(Hey, hey keep me low, down and febrile)

I can reason, rationalise my pleas

incapable of shouting the odds.

You don't understand my fears 

I'm tired and loneliness rots 

Abuse creates the jagged edge of a cycle, that rips and tears at the soul

If you could hold me down and, lonesome

Eighteen thousand tonnes of reconstructed coal 

(Hey, febrile)

Atrophy cuts through the physics,

the atoms are my only woe

Maths breaks down all emotion

controlled by hormonal flow.  

Academia encourages detachment, tactile, familiar with foes

If you could hold me down, and lonesome 

You could feel the sweep of my lows. 

(Hey, hey keep me low, down and febrile)

T- touch, oh touch knowledge

abstract creates y'know?

I may never be typical,

sometimes  I wonder if you know.

If you understand my topic, if you see past my 'choice'

If you could hold me down and lonesome,

tear out the blackened remains of a young boy.

Touch my disabling torture,

break me down with your merciless voice

Atrophy can sometimes nurture, 

sometimes makes tenuous probing into the void.    

(Hey, hey keep me low, down and febrile)

Fling me pain with abandon,

give me the touch you so ... so,

Rip off my skin and hurt my hand on ...

The tenuous grip of my soul. 

(Hey, hey keep me low and febrile,

Hey, hey keep me low, down and febrile,

Hey, febrile,

Hey, hey keep)