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
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