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 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