[00:04.60]I say!
[00:07.35]Why do you grip so hard, that way?
[00:11.03]Of what, is there left to be afraid?
[00:12.92]Let the waves elope with your empty remains.
[00:16.98]They erode your foothold, anyway.
[00:21.06]They mosh, unaware of their own might.
[00:24.93]Hypnotizing.
[00:26.71]Shore-ward swallowing.
[00:28.94]They storm me, ganging up on me!
[00:30.74]What's become of the home that suppored me?
[00:32.86]They spit me back after drowning me then slip away dragging their fingers behind them.
[00:37.23]But you expel the salt, sink down lower than the undertow would being you.
[00:45.32]You just don't seem to see how returning to them is so far beneath you.
[00:53.21]But then how come my corpse -- it rises up?
[01:01.37]And it is my soul that has sunk?
[01:08.78]Hear!
[01:10.76]That sound rings out across the land, over the roaring waves, through every grain of sand.
[01:20.94]Is it of loss and pain or made to seduce me?
[01:26.78]Listen!
[01:28.91]The oohs and aahs of funeral spectators death admirators as they bathe in ritual memories and fake tears.
[01:39.30]Life's underrated.
[01:41.05]Jaded and hatred isolate you so abandon your fears.
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[01:48.08]As they spread my ashes like a bouquet of seeds.
[01:51.51]Far up, far out... to show you what I'm made of.
[01:57.44]Kill the parasite in every co-dependent brain fallen slave to the pull of the waves.
[02:08.56]The pull of the waves; the natural decay of all that is made is how redemption is paid.
[02:22.33]Say Dickinson, who do you blame for your romantic death wish?
[02:48.50]And does it remain true that angry winds feel like a lover's breath?
[02:55.35]That's why you grip so hard.
[02:59.08]No!
[02:59.53]It's simply condition keeping me locked in!
[03:03.56]I could escape if I knew how to swim!
[03:07.35]Look... feel... you're aided.
[03:09.22]Wind, sun and strangers have come to guide you so the choice is clear.
[03:18.16]As they spread my ashes like a bouquet of seeds.
[03:19.72]Far up, far out... to show you what I'm made of.
[03:24.41]Kill the parasite in every co-dependent brain fallen slave to the pull of the waves
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[03:49.82]Playfully badgering, casually capturing.
[03:58.16]To escape the surface chaos is to sink -- not to swim.
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[04:09.25]You say to release the stranglehold keeping me safely beneath.
[04:17.51]But as the sea foam rises up, tickles my lips and sinks insides, doesn't the choice of future paths become a matter of pride?
[04:35.88]When I've struggled so hard to excel, why is it so unappealing to survive.
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