I have sand in my shoes
And death on my mind
But it's over
It's over
For now
Crying
Mothers
Your sons have drowned
Memories
What memories have the dead
Sometimes I sleep
With my doors unlocked
Sometimes I take on the ocean
Draw the Ace of Spades
And break all the mirrors
And I'm ******
Shy away from the real thing
You know there is no God
You shy away from everything
You shy away from me
Nowhere to run
In your dreams you are aimless
Nowhere to hide
In your dreams you are useless
How do you sleep
When in dreams you are careless
How do you wake
When your sleep it is endless