Grind The Ocean

This dream its own interpretationMy thoughts, veiled over sensesI see prohpecies of momentsThe waves of the seaRoll back to reveal a corpse of meThese shadows of thoughtsA vague recognitionthis man with a face of a mirrorRicochets inside my skullThe baseless fabric of this visionThis dream its own interpretationThe waves of the seaRoll back to reveal a corpse of meIs where the real ends and dreams beginIs where I understand?To think we've talked with the godsThese tales told by a foolA manic screaming in a deaf mutes earRegurgitate the myth. To find the keyDecode the random symbols you've seenNever facing the revelationThe oblivion of there being no meaningThis dream a memory as real as...I've forgotten where this is and dreams begins