The Agonist - Dead Ocean

An Ocean waves hello.
Feathers decorate the air and sleeping giants approach.
An absolute nightmare - not having footing to flee.
Suspended animation, dace to face with the Majesty.
Grotesque interest drew tou near but sorrow and awe keep you here.

The Ocean Suicides
Here come the leeches gathering around their host.
Har to believe it, arterial seacoast.
King to carcass, I'll drown in his death.

Grotesque interest drew you near the towering monument.
Sorrow ans awe keep you here while Ocean breaks.
Flesh weighs more than atmosphere - what's keeping them afloat?
Still you stare, waiting fo shipwrecks ang ghosts.

The moon mocks you with a knowing grin.
Or, is that the lure of a distant angler fish?
Was your role fulfilled?
Was that it?
Are you face up or face down?
Cardinal points are sematics, geometry is religion for mathematicians.
The womb that birthed us keeps us close.
Rebellious organs give up early, abandoning ship.
The air feels hydrogen-heavy. Your elements are individualizing.

Red algae pours across the panorama.
Colored film fills your eyes, matching the bed expanding beneath you.
With every ounce you lose, you forget you ever feared, you're physically free.

One who survives mass suicide gather the masses to blindly follow.
Intonations camouflage obvious idiocy.
Approachable outsides to welcome them in.
Black holes set in spin.
A resource more valuable than we expect, wrangled together to redirect.
I've been around this place before, I recognize the heavy doors opening on the entrance way,
molding a populace out of clay.
Stuck in the Earth, we'll stay.