Castaway

sitting upon the shore
the waves crash and echo inside my head
approaching out in the distance
a ship of slaves to bury the dead

this island is a prison
of futile desperation
from hunger and calamity
i slip into dream

the years became mummified
a relic of suicide
the years became mummified
waiting for what may wash up in the tide

under the moon out in the sea
what could be out there waiting for me
i swirl with the current it pulls me under
i feel the water filling my lungs

the years became mummified
a relic of suicide
the years became mummified
waiting for what may wash up in the tide
what may wash up in the tide
what may wash up in the tide
what may wash up in the tide

shades below pluto
floating in limbo
orcus and father of phlegethon

the fury and fire
anointing the worms
writhing in semen blood

visions of heavenly celestrial beings in love
illusion crucified a witness below so above
lost are the souls that wade in moldten sea
begging for forgiveness from a surpreme deity
i'm lost - though hopeful i'll find a way

the years became mummified
a relic of suicide
the years became mummified
waiting for what may wash up in the tide
what may wash up in the tide
what may wash up in the tide
what may wash up in the tide

i'm lost - though hopeful i'll find a way
i'm lost - though hopeful i'll find a way
i'm lost - though hopeful i'll find a way
i'm lost - though hopeful i'll find a way