Gazing through ripped sails waves bury a decaying existence.
As the tide begins to blush red, these nautical depths claim the churning dead. An orchestra of the waves.

Searing sand melts away the flesh from our very feet.
Dear Heavenly Father, save us from this hell.
Without Y

If I could reach up
And scrape the clouds out of the sky
I would rearrange them
In shapes that would leave you breathless
Not one would be the same
They would chase each other around
Until returned to the dust as they came

The sun would hide behind the hills (the hi

I'll hold weightless words above your head
You won't even notice
The last thing on your mind was the only prize

The ocean sings a sweet song
I can see it in your eyes
Only to the grave

Collapse against the windward ground
You'll promise to be safe and sound
Wa

Standing here on receding ground we
become a little less than weightless.
As the tide carries into the abyss,
I can see black horizons closing in
on this fading sun. Yet still I stand
here wishing for anything but these
transgressions you've descended upon me.

Bring me down from this cloud. entire cities
have become blinded by never ending dissatisfaction.
there remains a man worthy of all praise.
Oh Lord raise me from this grave of liquor and lies.

Set it off!!!!

here i sink in a sea of blood praying
for the apocalypse