Heart attacking again, chest blackening
Head's cracking again from pacific which is lacking within
Watchin' Atlantic's tides creepin' in
And he's realizin' with no disguisin' there's a previous ocean still tantalizing
To Pacific's eyes when, my temperature's risin'
Though I float smoothly instead of abusin'
She can't see oceanic pollution
And still his containment is soothin'
So I'm losin' gallons
Birds scrape and scratch me when I'm landed on with sharp talons
I lay back pass the islands, takes three months of waitin'
I'll be back down to low tide my saltwater evaporatin'
Pacific still being dipped in but not by myelin
So my contents are still dyin', while bad birds keep flyin' in
The others I don't want , but I enter myself ignorantly
into shallow oceans, kinda hopin' they don't elevate me
While loved ones and surrounding others
say they don't deserve my holy waters in their life
I think pacific does but she doesn't realize

Mid ocean potion hittin' notions of my explosions
Your winter erodes the center of Atlantic's frantic land seams
Engulf beams of your radius, changing ever gracious
Chambers half of eight so glacious, and moving spacious
Months, years, sun, moon, stars, in between
Spread ya earth under me before the trenches are seen
Plain as night, days are slights circles of hands
Around twelve digits, I slowly calculate your positions
Wishin' I layed in your gulf streams
I [bad word] my fingers through the tributaries but can't describe the seas
And the rivers leave slivers of pollution in my solution
Dilution of viscosity, spreading everything from possibly
Building up, spilling cups of hydrosphere
So why be here?
Without chance of entering your fissures and expanding
'Cuz, only your water appears clear and hope is still withstanding