On the sand,out the sea
To breathe on land, I'd rather breathe ocean deep
In 1983, a merman I should turn to be
What was Jimi thinking during his last dreams
Stab this pen through this piece of paper, then maybe you'll understand the pain my ink stores
So I put the poison to my veins and let the blood soar
A rolling stone under this ocean we like to call home
A complete unknown, in the Neptune valleys where you're more than welcome to the purple fish
Where on land you're a stranger to your own kind, a has been exist
A wild serpent but to you I was someone who always belonged
Apart of this tribe who parks under water
Alert of the community who laughs around the stones of heat
So my angel and me make love between the sand
Under here minutes are hours turned to memories
A revolution from the seven seas
A billion souls of creation accept the little boy who walked with the presence of trees

To the fish, out of sea..