sitting upon the shore    the waves crash and echo inside my head    approaching out in the distance    a ship of slaves to bury the dead       this island is a pirson    of futile desparation    from hunger and calamity    i slip into dreams       the years became mummified    a relic of suicide    the years became mummified    waiting for what may wash up in the tide       under the moon out in the sea    what could be out there waiting for me    i swirl the current it pulls me under    i feel the water filling my lungs       the years became mummified    a relic of suicide    the years became mummified    waiting for what may wash up in the tide    what may wash up in the tide    what may wash up in the tide    what may wash up in the tide       shades below pluto    floating in limbo    orcus and father of phlegethon       the fury and fire    anointing the worms    writhing in semen and blood       visions of heavenly celestial beings in love    illusion crucified a witness below so above       lost are the souls that wade in a molten sea    beg for forgiveness from a supreme diety       the years became mummified    a relic of suicide    the years became mummified    waiting for what may wash up in the tide    what may wash up in the tide    what may wash up in the tide    what may wash up in the tide       i'm lost though hopeful i'll find a way    i'm lost though hopeful i'll find a way    i'm lost though hopeful i'll find a way    i'm lost though hopeful i'll find a way