New Song Ocean
By Ortus Vir
Let me grab my jacket and a cigarette
And then we'll make our way through the storm
Diggin' to the rhythm of accomplishment
The glory of astonishment
And a unity of mettle and mind
And as I dive into the ocean
Tell them all I'll be okay
And once my spirit is in motion
Tell them all to dig my grave...
...To the rhythm of my mind
The rhythm of the children singin' in their sleep
The rhythm of the stone that is to bear my memory
If all else is to die
If I am to go before my time
To the rhythm of the blind
The rhythm of the white canes tappin' in the street
The echo of the nothing that is buried underneath
What is left of me
What I left behind
If I am to go before my time
Let me grab the wheel and you take the map
And then we'll push ourselves through the storm
Trudgin' through the limits of mortality
Followed by catastrophe
And victory of water over blood
And as I dive into the ocean
Tell them all I'll be okay
And once my spirit is in motion
Tell them all to dig my grave...
...To the rhythm of my mind
The rhythm of the children singin' in their sleep
The rhythm of the stone that is to bear my memory
If all else is to die
If I am to go before my time
To the rhythm of the blind
The rhythm of the white canes tappin' in the street
The echo of the nothing that is buried underneath
What is left of me
What I left behind
If I am to go before my time
Just like we always dreamed
We are bound to go
To and through the ocean
Do not shed a tear
This is just another step we all must take
Body be my cage
Waiting to be left behind
Spirit be my wings
And give me flight
Embodiment of freedom set before mine eyes
The ocean crashing on the cliff side
Let a little smile come up and out
Light the cigarette in my mouth
And free-fall into the abyss
And as I dive into the ocean
Tell them all I'll be okay
And once my spirit is in motion
Tell them all to dig my grave...
...To the rhythm of my mind
The rhythm of the children singin' in their sleep
The rhythm of the stone that is to bear my memory
If all else is to die
If I am to go before my time
To the rhythm of the blind
The rhythm of the white canes tappin' in the street
The echo of the nothing that is buried underneath
What is left of me
What I left behind
If I am to go before my time
Let me grab my jacket and a cigarette
And then we'll make our way through the storm
Diggin' to the rhythm of accomplishment
The glory of astonishment
And a unity of mettle and mind
And as I dive into the ocean
Tell them all I'll be okay
And once my spirit is in motion
Tell them all to dig my grave...
...To the rhythm of my mind
The rhythm of the children singin' in their sleep
The rhythm of the stone that is to bear my memory
If all else is to die
If I am to go before my time
To the rhythm of the blind
The rhythm of the white canes tappin' in the street
The echo of the nothing that is buried underneath
What is left of me
What I left behind
If I am to go before my time
Let me grab the wheel and you take the map
And then we'll push ourselves through the storm
Trudgin' through the limits of mortality
Followed by catastrophe
And victory of water over blood
And as I dive into the ocean
Tell them all I'll be okay
And once my spirit is in motion
Tell them all to dig my grave...
...To the rhythm of my mind
The rhythm of the children singin' in their sleep
The rhythm of the stone that is to bear my memory
If all else is to die
If I am to go before my time
To the rhythm of the blind
The rhythm of the white canes tappin' in the street
The echo of the nothing that is buried underneath
What is left of me
What I left behind
If I am to go before my time
Just like we always dreamed
We are bound to go
To and through the ocean
Do not shed a tear
This is just another step we all must take
Body be my cage
Waiting to be left behind
Spirit be my wings
And give me flight
Embodiment of freedom set before mine eyes
The ocean crashing on the cliff side
Let a little smile come up and out
Light the cigarette in my mouth
And free-fall into the abyss
And as I dive into the ocean
Tell them all I'll be okay
And once my spirit is in motion
Tell them all to dig my grave...
...To the rhythm of my mind
The rhythm of the children singin' in their sleep
The rhythm of the stone that is to bear my memory
If all else is to die
If I am to go before my time
To the rhythm of the blind
The rhythm of the white canes tappin' in the street
The echo of the nothing that is buried underneath
What is left of me
What I left behind
If I am to go before my time