You can fight You can fade out
But try to trust the tide Sucked into something
It's a need You're a native on islands never seen

Magnifying tiny cracks on the surface floor but not for sure
Desperate to respirate
Breathe a life into the coffin

You're a fool You're a slave there
A magnet in your face Caught in a wrinkle
Undercut your intentions Intending to pretend

Freshen up your zombie stare
Mold it in the shape of Jupiter
More than this you've lost your wish
Never to return to the enemy Run from me