Night We Streak, Divine Failure

swinging seeing the insane
current of the sane ocean
staying afloat takes exertion
the bottom a fluid saltless
tasteless existence
cursed with black widow eyes
devotion and death
when I see the surface
I rock on fluid sanity
weeping a motion sick lullaby

weeping a motion sick lullaby
weeping a motion sick lullaby
marking the pristine sea
marking the pristine sea
marking the unmarkable pristine sea

oxygen doesn't hold top honours
I sweat every surface second
reeking of a different kind of devotion
I fall back into the bottom
reaching the bottom with the bald tires

reaching the bottom with the bald tires
reaching the bottom with the bald tires

I am soaked with a devotion
Insane to the eyes
I am soaked with a devotion
I am soaked with a devotion
insane to the eyes