An old beachfront is drying Oceans once were full now dry
Death stench now gone
Replacement is the carapace or corpses
Preaching over this new desert
White bones, dark sky
No rain will fall
My salty tears
The only wet thing left
An old beachfront is drying Oceans once were full now dry
Death stench now gone
Replacement is the carapace or corpses
Preaching over this new desert
White bones, dark sky
No rain will fall
My salty tears
The only wet thing left
The Enigma Garden 