The Synthetic Sea

Finding comfort in knowledge of an enthralling higher power My transformation catalyzed from our continual encounters As I draw breath from clouds littering a synthetic sea I overlook how trustful we are. So simple, so damned naive I beg for one's own remission, simultaneously teething the flesh that breeds religion Transmitted whispers crawl into each of us and birth dictating monsters All creations encircling me are charades and impostors So trustful we are. So simple, so damned naive All comprehension I've discovered was all concocted to deceive