a thunderstorm a distant shore i ve witnessed this before patience was fleeting if a thousand coins on the ocean floor would bring back love to me i ll wait forever fill the sea with dreams of a wishing well waves bring back my coins to me drain the deep that teems with my empty shells slaves of sand still call for me i once had love to give i once had hoped to live the rarest stones will break my bones and golden salt stops my lungs the perfect limbs and haunting eyes begs the seas begin to rise fill the sea with dreams of a wishing well waves bring back my coins to me drain the deep that teems with my empty shells slaves of sand still call for me and when these delusions come to fruition believe you me i will strangle my self into nothingness nothingness and be reborn from the dream of a blasphemous fool in my sordid pelt of mold i ll earn back years to me the god of a nightmare will fall as i take back what is mine worthless swine enraptured by my vanity your soul sank under the weight of gold you offered me a waste of a life squandered my heart until it rests upon the ocean floor barren watching the light descend deeper and deeper a deadening feeling starts to grow in my ribs from where i lie the waves overflow with my blood from where i hide the snakes overgrown with your blood where are my years i ll bleed dry by myself i wish i was someone you wish you were someone else