Cool Air

Tread softly, open water doesn’t freeze
All that solidly
You mocked away my epitaph
A gaze as warm as north winds can be.
Always such a pretty face
A sweet, dirty little whore.
The empty tears of all those years
Reveal a cold machine.
Did you expect to see me here?
Always just out of sight, I am.
Walker of the thinnest spaces,
Watching waters withhold the weight from me.
And all you said to me
Keeps coming back in dreams.
The sun and moon conspire to keep it written in the sky.
The empty husks of ancient beings
Producing oil from the sea
To well it up again and
Fuel their cold machine.
Oh, God what have I done?
I crossed the void of shadow,
I walk along this road,
I’ve been walking the longest road.
I’ve been forced to cast myself aside.
The atom’s movement called me out.
The pain I’ve wanted to subside
Still jolts the others.
Here I stand before you,
I’m a loser.
Never heard it put a better way
So I’m clawing at the bottom.
I’m clawing at the bottom.
Left and right and back and forth I’m swaying
Looking for the light of day, so far away.
I’m clawing at the bottom,
I’m clawing at the bottom.
Oh, God what did I get myself into.
Oh, God what could I have done better?
Oh, IA IA Tiamat.
Tread softly, open water doesn’t freeze
All that solidly.
You mocked away my epitaph.
A gaze as warm as north winds can be.
Oh, God what have I done?
I crossed the void of shadow.
I walk along this road,
I’ve been working the longest hours.
I’ve been forced to cast myself aside
The atom’s movement called me out.
The pain I’ve conjured put aside
To join the others.