A black shell waves washing its rough surface a hand of sand against the wall of vow up in the sky nothing but lingering clouds how did it come to dishearten now?
your beliefs in tatters vanishing into dark waters its cold and sound so calm endless sea against thoughts low the glare of sun scorching your eyes so blind you stay here where it all began
with trembling hands you start to shout a pathetic yearn for another blackout
a black shell waves washing its rough surface devoured in silence