Beatings Take Their Place/Out To The Sea

Ravine, caught by the noises  
Of tackling sides and houses
I belong to the drowning seas
Stumbling out in thick grease
It was only a long time ago
I reckon I had left no grow

I stirred my sickness for brains
The floor is now all stained
There are paper sheets I'll keep
There are garlands that I'll sweep
Your years they stack with tears
You know I envy your fake peers

Skin could not be softer
For the mother and the bottle
I did not want to bother
But this grieving is a novel to be remodeled

Looks like our forest's fawn
Can you believe this awn?
Risen and returned forever
To the seething arms together
Dear, won't you try to leave me?
Dear, why won't you ever leave me?

Frosty, feisty
This is no party
I'd be enjoying myself
And I never enjoy myself

Repeating inklings
Under the beatings
I'd be killing myself
And I'd kill myself right now

No, it ain't the seventies...