Man, born

Locked down by water

Hear the rustle spat out from the corner

As we are thrown

Right into the arms of the sea



Sheer bliss

The dense cold collides

The cliffs loomed up in the distance

As they exhale, inhale



We must be born anew

To paint our portraits like the way we are

We must learn to breathe again

To reach the core of patterns in our souls



Maybe we are something we are not

It gives us a reason to be

The spine of our soulless approach

That gives us a reason to die



Grand your light to the sun

And turn your back on the shells

At the shores, the sea



Sow your seeds into the soil

And recall the ideas that we shared

In the years that we spent to progress



Oversee to be free, mesmerize

By the days of resurgence stream



Change me

Drain all blood from the wounds

And sleep your woes, slumbering

Shed your skin and swim

Right into the arms of the sea



The waves lifting, rising from the oceans

The undertow breaths again

As we are thrown

Right into the arms of the sea



The dense cold collides

The cliffs loomed up in the distance

As they exhale, inhale



Maybe we are something we are not

That gives us a reason to be

The spine of our mental approach

That gives us a reason to live