Dropped at the sea,
had the waters to subdue
I had no choice, I had to stay
Seems like a prime,
but decline is what is true
Consecutive ends parading in front of my eyes,
making me feel numb
Think why you care
What is to gain?
Such a struggle to endure
The sense of rising’s gone
Nothing is fair
Fighting in vain
Only one thing is for sure
At the end we’ll all turn into sand
Feed me with lies
I’m rejecting the deceit
Far from my sight the light of the day
Searching the ground
That subsides under my feet
A violent constraint is triggering bursts in my mind,
How could it heal?