SEAMISTRESS
The last thing I recall are clouds
Shaped like a thousand grinning mouths
With gnashing teeth, seemed lashing out
To guard the Moon as she creeps out
From underneath blackness of treacherous sea
Become the most high. Dance your light upon me
I catch my reflection, consumed by the sight
I shudder at myself alone in the moonlight
I beg with the mist of ancient sea
A thousand mouths to show their teeth
A fog with physicality
You shall be salt
When I awoke I was merely a hull
Flesh and my bone becomе barnacles
Clouds come back laughing
Tore you from my sight
I shuddеr at myself alone in the moonlight
I beg with the mist of ancient sea
A thousand mouths to show their teeth
A fog with physicality
You shall be salt
I heard your thoughts
I hear your prayers
I heard your calls
I smell your fears
I hear your words
You wanted all
I gave the world
But at a cost
I beg with the mist of ancient sea
A thousand mouths to show their teeth
A fog with physicality
You shall be salt
I beg with the mist of ancient sea
A thousand mouths to show their teeth
A fog with physicality
You shall be salt
If you don't stand in the way
She wouldn't hesitate to brush us all away
Shaped like a thousand grinning mouths
With gnashing teeth, seemed lashing out
To guard the Moon as she creeps out
From underneath blackness of treacherous sea
Become the most high. Dance your light upon me
I catch my reflection, consumed by the sight
I shudder at myself alone in the moonlight
I beg with the mist of ancient sea
A thousand mouths to show their teeth
A fog with physicality
You shall be salt
When I awoke I was merely a hull
Flesh and my bone becomе barnacles
Clouds come back laughing
Tore you from my sight
I shuddеr at myself alone in the moonlight
I beg with the mist of ancient sea
A thousand mouths to show their teeth
A fog with physicality
You shall be salt
I heard your thoughts
I hear your prayers
I heard your calls
I smell your fears
I hear your words
You wanted all
I gave the world
But at a cost
I beg with the mist of ancient sea
A thousand mouths to show their teeth
A fog with physicality
You shall be salt
I beg with the mist of ancient sea
A thousand mouths to show their teeth
A fog with physicality
You shall be salt
If you don't stand in the way
She wouldn't hesitate to brush us all away
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Writer(s): Adam Tanbouz, Schuylar Croom
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