Seeking to be the last to jump off of the bridge
Into the cold waters of the white-washing creeks
Hoping for survival with the swimming techniques
That was taught in classes by the peppering midge

As the cold sweeps under the fabric of the skin
To grab hold of the nerves for the adrenaline
As the lights turn brighter on hero's specimen
At the widow's advice to tumultuous sin

Finding floating flower to repress some tension
Easing the long burden of beheading water
Breathing on the level past the second slaughter

Binging on the hot air to warm comprehension
That life brought together heroes of all ages
Into a messy world with multiple stages