Where the Ocean Is

almost like a dream
almost like a dream
then blood in the water and the fins closing in
alchemizing lies, knives behind their smiles, into collections of loud tales in
colorful designs concentrating eternal stupidities
a nightmare hiding behind the pretty dream
but its feet are sticking out
its feet are sticking out
there’s whispering in the winds, between rocks, among the trees
at midnight shadows prowl the hills, red lights revolving in the leaves
if that bitch should ever disappear downstream then i won’t sing
no one will ever know
i’ll show you where the ocean is