Stagnant Oceans
I search for my reflection in the silent, calm sea
Sullied colours and vermin stare back at me
The purity of the waters was soiled with ease
The cleansing of the flow and stream has ceased
All departing floods were clogged with mud
Surrounding dams and dunes of muck
My vantage point sinks, I'm knee deep in the broth
I wade through the insects and eels and feel comfort in their touch
My vantage point sinks, I'm knee deep in the broth
I wade through the insects and eels and feel comfort in their touch
The constant cycle of life and death bores me to tears
Unfazed by all marvels that may appear
I breath the air with unique bliss
Absorb the music of the serpents' hiss
The cosmic ballet continues with the sun
The death of planets: a spectacle for our sons
The pulse that sustains the earth alters its course
While the ooze, forming a bracing floe, carries me forevermore
The drifting isle sinks, I'm lying in the broth
I dream 'midst the insects and eels and feel comfort in their touch
The drifting isle sinks, I'm lying in the broth
I dream 'midst the insects and eels and feel comfort in their touch
Sullied colours and vermin stare back at me
The purity of the waters was soiled with ease
The cleansing of the flow and stream has ceased
All departing floods were clogged with mud
Surrounding dams and dunes of muck
My vantage point sinks, I'm knee deep in the broth
I wade through the insects and eels and feel comfort in their touch
My vantage point sinks, I'm knee deep in the broth
I wade through the insects and eels and feel comfort in their touch
The constant cycle of life and death bores me to tears
Unfazed by all marvels that may appear
I breath the air with unique bliss
Absorb the music of the serpents' hiss
The cosmic ballet continues with the sun
The death of planets: a spectacle for our sons
The pulse that sustains the earth alters its course
While the ooze, forming a bracing floe, carries me forevermore
The drifting isle sinks, I'm lying in the broth
I dream 'midst the insects and eels and feel comfort in their touch
The drifting isle sinks, I'm lying in the broth
I dream 'midst the insects and eels and feel comfort in their touch
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