The Sea - Italics

Old mans married to the sea, but he drowns in his pain

To bottom out and then release a fight against fate ingrate

Communication breaks-down

Lost voices with words meant to inveigth

Burn the bridge and toll house, no one goes in or out

Heat drops a rise in pressure, we are all left in denial

Communication breaks-down

Fake idols shaking idle hands

Seems I’ve lost my mind

Snakes in suits feels like cannibals picking at my brain

Leave it all behind

To find my true north in the great beyond

Synthetic and depressive, we all came here to bleed

Melted plastic sounds divisive factory, made for mass appeal

Communication breaks-down

When we assume then we give in

Seems I’ve lost my mind

Snakes in suits feels like cannibals picking at my brain

Leave it all behind

To find my true north in the great beyond

Its been more years that have gone by

Motionless as it turns to let it be doesn’t seem right

And now your waiting for a chance to cross those tracks

But the wagons will forever keep passing by

Seems I’ve lost my mind

Snakes in suits feels like cannibals picking at my brain

Leave it all behind

To find my true north in the great beyond