Fleece On Brain - Matthew Dear

I can breed like, no friend of mine

No friend of mine is asking for forgotten time

Up in silence like some violent vine

That’s wrapped itself around my neck

It’s growing fine

A type of new disease

I will break the chain, the train is moving faster

As it seems to run away

I will follow and pass great plains

Fields of fields of precious, precious people passing grain

There’ve been times when, I’ve slipped and fell

I hit my head hard and the blood it did spill

But your big hands helped to lift me up again

And once on my feet

You sent me back to myself