Sitting upon the shore
The waves crash and echo inside my head
Approaching out in the distance
ship of slaves to bury the dead

This island is a prison
Of futile desperation
From hunger and calamity
I slip into dreams

   The years became mummified
   relic of suicide
   The years became mummified
   Waiting for what may wash up in the tide

Under the moon out in the sea
What could be out there waiting for me
I swirl with the current, it pulls me under
I feel the water filling my lungs

   The years became mummified
   relic of suicide
   The years became mummified
   Waiting for what may wash up in the tide
   What may wash up in the tide
   What may wash up in the tide
   What may wash up in the tide

Shades below Pluto
Floating in Limbo
Orcus and father of Phlegethon

The fury and fire
Anointing the worms
Writhing in [bad word] and blood

Visions of heavenly celestial beings in love
Illusion [bad word]  a witness below so above
Lost are the souls that wade in the molten sea
Begging for forgiveness from a supreme deity

   The years became mummified
   relic of suicide
   The years became mummified
   Waiting for what may wash up in the tide
   What may wash up in the tide
   What may wash up in the tide
   What may wash up in the tide

I'm lost though hopeful I'll find a way...