Waves break not far off the coast The sea thirsts for my neck It seems as though the tide has interviewed my soul And knows I'm a total wreck I sink my head down in the sand My last emotion expired I can hear the tinkling granules whisper my fate Like a transmission through a distended wire And it says:
Heavy hand stretched to atmosphere I use my eyes to outline the sky Losing touch with everything Rescind this line and sever all ties
Sand succumbs to white noise Restless, left to static, while the ocean sleeps If death is the answer to calculations composed Then I'm wading waist deep
And the transmission cuts in to say: Become your own preemptive strike
Ride lift it's peak Sell the stock, pull the plug Take a final step back Jump off.
Heavy hand stretched to atmosphere I use my eyes to outline the sky Losing touch with everything Rescind this line and sever all ties
My God died young This is no life worth leading For the light was time The tides of it were days receding