Buried at the Sea

Oh, this tomb it won't release him
Farewell wrong man's son

This face it mourns but it won't shed a tear
Follows
Along the masquerade in the urge to come cleaner
But when the veil falls, vultures will land
They'll feast of your corpse as they always meant to

Lone
Grief praised at the ocean
Sand thrown at the skies
Six feet tall standing
The storm chokes at your cries
Grief praised at the ocean
Fog mislead their lies
Six feet tall standing
The mask breaks at your eyes

Your eyes
Your cries
Your lies



Credits
Writer(s): Rui Santos
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