Grind the Ocean

This dream its own interpretation

My thoughts, veiled over senses

I see prohpecies of moments

The waves of the sea

Roll back to reveal a corpse of me



These shadows of thoughts

A vague recognition

This man with a face of a mirror



Ricochets inside my skull

The baseless fabric of this vision



This dream its own interpretation

The waves of the sea

Roll back to reveal a corpse of me



Is where the real ends and dreams begin

Is where I understand?



To think we've talked with the gods

These tales told by a fool



A manic screaming in a deaf mutes ear

Regurgitate the myth. To find the key

Decode the random symbols you've seen

Never facing the revelation

The oblivion of there being no meaning



This dream a memory as real as...

I've forgotten where this is and dreams begins