She walks through the doorway. He's frozen in place.
The tendrils the blades. Reaching, caressing her face.
Rest your weary head. Release your burden.
Pour it out, pour it out.
The wails of the siren erupt from the sea.
The once living island, volcanic she bleeds.
The tendrils the blades.
An abomination. His and hers.
A sense of dread. His and hers.
An unholy union. His and hers.
Like a hole in the head. His and hers.
from The Water
released July 4, 2015
Music by Death Motif
Lyrics by Andy Bonney
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