The Great Demise

I'm waking up to one more threat
I'm running out of time
But there's time enough
A present possessed by the past
And how shameful it will last
The ocean is a shallow grave

Buried by the waves
To feed upon the rare
Will we tire of the taste
Will we tire of the taste
Of what could have been

Avoid this future made of fear
I may be light but I'm nowhere near
A present possessed by the past
The ocean is a shallow grave

Buried by the waves
To feed upon the rare
Will we tire of the taste
Will we tire of the taste
Of what could have been

To feed upon the rare
Will we tire of the taste
Will we tire of the taste
Of what could have been

Of what could have been



Credits
Writer(s): Daryll Howe
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