The Safety Fire - Grind The Ocean

This dream its own interpretation
My thoughts, veiled over senses
I see prohpecies of moments
The waves of the sea
Roll back to reveal a corpse of me

These shadows of thoughts
A vague recognition
this man with a face of a mirror

Ricochets inside my skull
The baseless fabric of this vision

This dream its own interpretation
The waves of the sea
Roll back to reveal a corpse of me
Is where the real ends and dreams begin
Is where I understand?

To think we've talked with the gods
These tales told by a fool

A manic screaming in a deaf mutes ear
Regurgitate the myth. To find the key
Decode the random symbols you've seen
Never facing the revelation
The oblivion of there being no meaning

This dream a memory as real as...
I've forgotten where this is and dreams begins