• The waters are parting on left and on right
    A million miles wide, but still so tight.
    They are pure and untouched,
    With waves so strong until they’re crushed.
    Until they are poisoned with pollution,
    Like someone giving a girl a hallucinogen.
    Innocent, yes, until she is laced
    And falls so quickly from that grace.
    Then that water, it turns from blue
    To a still and silent, bloody red hue.
    And all is tainted in this lie
    Like a car wreck in a lullaby.