somewhere in greece they dive without scuba gear, lungs restricted without fear.
The density has disappeared,
there's no pain in my ear,
only the beat of my heart I can hear.
If I win I will not celebrate in beer nor cheer. If.
Machiavellian tides will
let no conqueror slide.
Will swallow you whole like the eyes of the lover that you let inside.
Dreamt of the lover I let inside, and as I drowned she shadowed the tides.
Met my maker,
and I know now I'd rather burn than drown.
I'd rather hold her hand than touch the ocean's maximum depth, the sand;
Rather lose than win.
