Waves

Thoughts rest on a pillow mind Scanning searching learning Riding sines through old extended times Looking for their creative youth Lies in hooded cloaks urge for their cline Making the shadow blind Ignore the journey, all mud in path The rest of the sun is about to hide Let the waves invite you to their truth Flaming revolutions come to birth Rest your head in the just sea She carries rules to keep her safe Lives by touching the dirt Needed like a breath It's the beauty of the man to float from shore to shore Connect, expand, understand Mending his seat amongst the elders Who brought balance to this earth A collection made to explode into vibrations Pierces his body to give life He seeks for sadness to free his nerves Drinking her deadly to remain sober He seeks for sadness to free his nerves Drinking her deadly to remain sober It's the sickness of the man to feed the sea with men Taking off parts of his existence Pointing to the wrong direction Clashing with the old It's the sickness of the man to feed the sea with men Taking off parts of his existence Pointing to the wrong direction Clashing with the old Let the waves invite you to their truth Flaming revolutions come to birth Incident emotions collect the dirt To indulge creation coming from the earth