The Silent Sea

So I slip beneath the waves of the silent sea

And it's such a cold and fucking lonely place to be

I search, I reach out to the glistening surface

But my fumbling fingers can't grasp, can't get no purchase

And you look down on me, with your red eyes glaring

You're refracted black on black, with a hunchback's bearing

And I can't hear; I can't hear a fucking thing

As the jellyfish bob and the stingrays sting

Now my sweet air is leaving in desperate bubbles

Taking with them all of my toils and troubles

And the fish are staring and are gently touching

As my skull is cracking, under pressure crushing

Can't see you now; there's only the moon/an exploding star

As I sup 'til sated on this noxious ink black tar

So I search for God, as I'm beyond the reach of science

But all I hear is the usual deafening silence...

So now I'm a prisoner of the silent sea

And it's such a cold and fucking lonely place to be

There's still crushing pain, but I'm not breathing

I'm alive in brine, but I'm not leaving

You'll never stop; for you there's naught to cumber

With your eyes afire and your special number

You'll walk the dead lands of your silent see

But one day you'll return; you'll return for me