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 pirson 

of futile desparation 

from hunger and calamity 

i slip into dreams 



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 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 and blood 



visions of heavenly celestial beings in love 

illusion crucified a witness below so above 



lost are the souls that wade in a molten sea 

beg for forgiveness from a supreme diety 



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