Grind the Ocean -

This dream its own interpretation

My thoughts, veiled over senses

I see prohpecies of moments

The waves of the sea

Roll back to reveal a corpse of me

These shadows of thoughts

A vague recognition

This man with a face of a mirror

Ricochets inside my skull

The baseless fabric of this vision

This dream its own interpretation

The waves of the sea

Roll back to reveal a corpse of me

Is where the real ends and dreams begin

Is where I understand?

To think we’ve talked with the gods

These tales told by a fool

A manic screaming in a deaf mutes ear

Regurgitate the myth.

To find the key

Decode the random symbols you’ve seen

Never facing the revelation

The oblivion of there being no meaning

This dream a memory as real as…

I’ve forgotten where this is and dreams begins