Testo Death Wish

Now I know you like,
I know my self,
I still don't know much else,
You race towards the future,
I'm slow as a kettle,
And we waltz on a tilted world,
Torn socks, and all those frills.
Your gait like a mares is, And mine like a drunk sailor
Fumbling, towards a dark future,
And what are we doing now,
In a world, a world half broken,
Going through half, just half of the motions.

And what makes a man, you ask,
Strong limbs or his feathered cap?
Well I just say none of that,
Surely it's you, cause I had a death wish,
a call card to a dark abyss,
I choked in a gasp of it,
And then I found you.

Such a brave swimmer, And you pulled me with you,
And where are we going now,
In a world, a world half broken,
Back to the ocean,
Back to the open ocean.