Into The Gyres - Despite Exile

We rotate, tied to the pole of our fragile dignity

Plugging our ears with the wax we shaped out of remorse

To prevent us from hearing these mermaids

That instigate the demons enclosed in our souls

The skies seem to have cracked yet once more

We have ignored the coming storm for far too long

Given up on any hope of salvation

Stuck in the gyres for ages to come

We forgot they used to sing fables of love

Still we know we would let them drag us

Deep down the precipice we’re longing for

We tighten our knots

Too scared to leave the wrecks we’re floating upon

With open eyes

We swallow the winds that blow on this forsaken earth

The skies seem to have cracked yet once more

We have ignored the coming storm for far too long

Given up on any hope of salvation

Stuck in the gyres, stuck into the gyres

Driven by insatiable hunger

Hoping to discern a way home

Drifting on the surface of unconscious

A forlorn chant to guide us forth

We’ve breathed the life into those demons

Around us the foaming black whirl

We can only stick to the course

Separate us from spirals and ghosts.