IN THE VAST SEA OF MY OLD AGE
I STARE THE WALL AND BREATH
MY FINAL WAVES


SOMETIMES I FEEL SO COLD
MY IMAGE COLD AS STONE


I USED TO LIVE
LIKE AN OLD MAN BY THE SEA

EVERY KIND OF TORMENT
IS WELL KNOWN BY ME
IS REVEALED TO ME

AND IN DEEP BLUE WATER I SEE
THE MONSTER WHO DWELLS IN ME


HIS NAME IS DECAY
HIS NAME IS DECAY


I USED TO BE AN OLD MAN
LIVING BY THE SEA
HOW MANY SHADES FLOATING

IN THIS FICTION, FORESEEN

MY DAYS ARE OVER NOW

MY ARMS HAVE MELT DOWN
THE SWEETEST TASTE OF LIFE
AND THE GLORIOUS DAYS OF MINE

WERE JUST A STATE OF MIND,
WERE JUST BREAD FOR MANKIND