Wiggle and wiggle in my dreams
Though i am yet not asleep.
The rippling of waves on the ceiling
And the tide of the walls closing in.

Yet the sea is red
A Blood Red Sea that it is
Not only drowns but desperately burns at my skin.

So I sit and suffer in this hellish abyss
Thinking of all the sins i didn't did
Thinking am i mad for these thoughts
But what is making me mad is the money
With what i bought.