Mother sings a lullaby to a child
Sometime in the future the boy goes wild
I know his nerves are feeling some kind of energy

A walk in the woods and I will try
Something under the trees that made you cry
It’s so erotic when your make up runs

I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never or ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
Swim with me into your blackest eyes

— Porcupine Tree, Blackest Eyes