Oh, maelstrom of hatred,
a thousand leagues of the blackest sea,
spiral down from the surface into the arms of the abyss
where you lie in the darkness beneath.
Such dissonance could drown this world.
Will that be your legacy?
Blacked out are your stars, sun and sky
in the name of your ego, ire and misery.

Can’t you see that you’re drifting alone?
In an ocean that runs deep as the veins,
that carry to the lengths of the earth,
these desperate hollow cries for attention
that leave your mouth in vain.

Can’t you see that you’re drifting alone?
In an ocean that runs deep as the veins,
that will carry you to the bowels of the earth,
the only place fitting enough to be your ******* grave.