Something in the salty air
makes prophets lose their teeth
turns soldiers into shaman
and sends them down beneath
the fragile surface, to the floor
under the endless clouds, to speak no more
Such beauty in nothing
brings a rich man to his knees
now he prays to fallen angels
with makeshift beliefs
crying 'save me, from what's begun'
I got no fortress, no where to run
Never did a great escape
unfold just as planned
when you need to get closer
you'll forget how to stand
on your own, with a conscience
when a savior, only watches
Every autumn breeze that never gets to grace the seas
ages me like sand to bone
Every golden chair that has a second heart to bear
knows it was once only stone
'You see' said the blind man
with tentacle arms
'you can be perfectly able
and never pay alms to
to no one, as to live like
the only speck, on the clearest night'
Now I see a broken man
to wise to spare a thought
on the paradigms lesser souls
I pray he's forgot
were all falling, through the same crack
in the framework of the devils back
Captain! Captain! send me out
somewhere far away
where I can hear an infant cry
with every praise I make
to myself, in the hot sand
the first pin through, a demons hand
no one plan to die tonight, i know they say the end is nigh
but every man must make his own
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