Floaters In Mud — Sepultura

Stuck in the ground Shopping for support, nothing can be found The mind floats around Crashing back and forth, never really stopping

Turn around and try to face yourself You may think it looks like someone else

Look from outside, they don't heal I'm passing through, shaking hands Eyeless, shit-faced, they're not real Mud in the brain, all insane

Turn around and try to face yourself You may think it looks like someone else

Raw display of pain No shelter, refugee

Floaters in mud

Turn around and face yourself...