The lurker in the green sea Shades of a moving object Riches, the temple that approaches Haunts my wishes of this insanity Gorgeous console I place there my claws Those who once ripped out my eyes I need no longer human senses Feel it how this can torture The wagon with imaginations Scary glimpses with dreadful outlines Things I wish not to see Slaughtering my dearest throne We will not be affected by this For the blood of time has fornicated Our minds, our shell My only shelter The dreamt with delight I see my options And I choose the tunnel See what my winged crayons Have painted Let me she'd a tear And give birth to my sea The only life is death