I'm drowning in this river of life. The water's so very nice and warm. I'm intoxicated on the wafting fumes, of love, hate, pure emotion... The lily pads are bright neon green, too bright, too bright. Let me sink deeper, dearest, let me be forgotten and let alone. Because I'm not drowning, no, oh no - I am floating, I am merging. I am languidly seeking my demise.