Frontal by Berriloom and the Doom Lyrics

I need to become my
Unborn baby child
At least to feel pure
And break all the cars
Heading against the tide

Squirming in your hands
I'm a dying rat snake
But i need to stand still
I'm an old horse in the barn

Not all were waving
In the late afternoon
I try not to blink
While i sunk in that flume

To catch how my veins fill
With dense filmy spume
Even if i'm mad
It will end soon