The machine gun sea
Rhythmic balls of you pouring in
Buddha land and Buddha seas
Slickered histories below
Water swim Neptunes nectar drink
Sinners, liars goodmen all sink
The sea doesn't murder
The sea doesn't tell
The sea doesn't murder
New morning of sitters by the unborn
Bird of Roses yet undone
No tempest still and awful as the one within
A troublesome spirit here can't make it in the void
The sea doesn't murder
The sea doesn't tell