Heart attacking again, chest blackening Head's cracking again from pacific which is lacking within Watchin' Atlantic's tides creepin' in And he's realizin' with no disguisin' there's a previous ocean still tantalizing To Pacific's eyes when, my temperature's risin' Though I float smoothly instead of abusin' She can't see oceanic pollution And still his containment is soothin' So I'm losin' gallons Birds scrape and scratch me when I'm landed on with sharp talons I lay back pass the islands, takes three months of waitin' I'll be back down to low tide my saltwater evaporatin' Pacific still being dipped in but not by myelin So my contents are still dyin', while bad birds keep flyin' in The others I don't want , but I enter myself ignorantly into shallow oceans, kinda hopin' they don't elevate me While loved ones and surrounding others say they don't deserve my holy waters in their life I think pacific does but she doesn't realize
Mid ocean potion hittin' notions of my explosions Your winter erodes the center of Atlantic's frantic land seams Engulf beams of your radius, changing ever gracious Chambers half of eight so glacious, and moving spacious Months, years, sun, moon, stars, in between Spread ya earth under me before the trenches are seen Plain as night, days are slights circles of hands Around twelve digits, I slowly calculate your positions Wishin' I layed in your gulf streams I can run my fingers through the tributaries but can't describe the seas And the rivers leave slivers of pollution in my solution Dilution of viscosity, spreading everything from possibly Building up, spilling cups of hydrosphere So why be here? Without chance of entering your fissures and expanding 'Cuz, only your water appears clear and hope is still withstanding