Acrybia Came On The Sand
You were on the shore
I was in my boat
Is this the end of the world?
Or just the end of reason?
To far from the land
The nearest is under us
Among waves
Searching for support
We doubt that
We could be on the area
We're trying to get on the sand
Is this the end of the world?
Or just the end of reason?
We're entangling
Entwined by the salt
I'm trying to help you
To reach the sand
But if we can made it
It could turns out
Than the sand is to hot
And the boat is too wooden
And the vastness of salt is still in us
Is this the end of the world?
Is this the end of reason?
Is this the end of everything?
