boom
boom
boom
the end of me
the end of me
has come to be
here beside the crashing sea
a cold wet grave here catches me
boom
boom
boom
my soul is free
my soul is free
me and the sea
boom in syncronicity
but soon the sea's forgotten me
boom
boom
boom
what's left of me?
what's left of me?
my footprints. See?
booming momentarily
beside the crashing sea
boom
boom
boom
the crashing sea
the crashing sea
will always be
booming still, long after she
erases all my memory
boom
boom
boom
boom
boom
boom
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