Castaway

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 deity 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 --- Castaway - Dog Fashion Disco