These are the waves that come at me
so silently but ferociously.
Rendered riding on the dark of day
from left to right i sway.
Within the night with winter chills but it's the warmest i've ever been.

Riding on the dark of day,
from right to wrong  i sway.

These are the waves that entice my eyes,
and by them i get lost,
just to find out what i'm truly made of.

I'm miles away but closer than you think.
And though i whisper from afar i intend to sink into your psyche.

My God, my god

is it odd that i question but of the fool, yet not knowing who it is that he is or when his time shall fall.

or is it i that has lost both his eyes ?

if so,

My God, my god,
show yourself to me, before my soul becomes idle.