An ocean full of blood not water, tears that stain and sting.
one by one as it drops, reality i bring.
who can say they know the truth and who can feel my pain?
as my dreams and hopes have died
my body i have slain.
live to die and die to live
i guess it all depends.
the only way to start my life is to begin it where it ends.
so what will happen with all the pain that i release each day?
it enters a bottle that i holdand then it floats away.
there my soul stands on my body, twisted as its throttled.
and all it finds in that deep ocean is my pain in a bottle.
