Cross the Sea

Cross the sea

And separate me

Let me feel my body

And let me be

There is nothing

Cooking in the oven

It's just me

Just tired me

With rotten teeth

Thunderstorms, a classic scene

Quiet killers follow me

I will think these things but never in my dreams

'Cause [?]

I would kill for some other kind of cage

To not feel bored and out of place

But I know the answer's right in front of my face