Sea of Madness

Tidal bullets and a breeze of blood Earthly hatred and more burning wood Fuelling everything we have become All this nothing and a line of guns Talk to me and let me hear your night If only I could ever spread some light Tell me more until I hate the world Listening until it goes unheard Cynicism is a frame of mind I’m realistic but I seem to find Cynicism is all I have left Yet I’m realistic to my dying breath Shattered angels and a ring of loss We spiral outwards and ignore the cost Coming back so we can see our hearts We circle inwards and we find the dark Everything is but a new disease We witness more and then we grow the seed Running off until it hunts us down Or staring on until we’re in the ground Seas of madness and a breeze of dust Earthly pleasures in a room that rusts Fuels the nothing that we want to be So much illusion to deny we’re free