Quetzalcoatl’s Ship

[Verse 1]
Quetzalcoatl’s ship in a night-time fever
Of some boy or girl by the waterside
Surface of the sea that for a shark is enormous
The mouth of hell, a ship without a sail
It might be a coffin, shape of a rectangle
Rectangle of consciousness in the universe
Be alright, be okay
Be much better on holiday
Down by the water, down by the sea
I drank a bottle and laid down to sleep
With your words you make the world
You have made me this: An empty bottle

[Verse 2]
Circle on the surface, black blood on the white snow
It's coming, it's coming, it's coming down, a strangle style of voices
Down, down, down, down, down, down
Bury my body deep in the ground
Down, down, down, down, down, down
Bury my body deep in the ground
Down, down, down, down, down, down
Bury my body deep in the ground
Down, down, down, down, down, down
Bury my body deep in the ground
Down, down, down, down, down, down
Bury my body deep in the ground