A cold time of the year
Exploring the sea, so mysterious in here
You would agree
Not feeling real, it's my fear
Looks like a dream, or is it me?
Blurry and bright, all the same
It's too extreme, am I really here?
The octopus is killing me
The octopus is killing me
The eight legged creature, filled with inconsistency,
Fragily made by the ancestors of dark and light
Floating in an island of water
Searching for a liberator from his dissonance
He brings devastating turmoil in the eyes of passengers
I am the victim of his disharmony
Looking in her dream, I don't know what to see
She looks afraid when her eyes are closed
I never came here before
I never came here before
Was it me? Was it me?
Was it me? Was it me?
Was it me? Was it me?
Was it me? Was it me?
Was it me? Was it me?
Was it me? Was it me?
Was it me? Was it me?
Was it me? I don't know
Was it me? Was it me?
Was it me? Was it me?
Was it me? Was it me?
Was it me? Was it me?
Was it me? Was it me?
Was it me? I don't know