I find remembering gets harder every day.
Sometimes, I still believe who I pretend to be.
Sometimes, well, everything’s exactly how it seems.
Exactly how it seems.
I see: the color of your eyes has turn to gray.
I feel the wind is growing colder every day.
Sometimes, I open up the walls and disappear.
Sometimes, the crashing of the waves is all I hear.
Ocean, woe, help mi find a way.
Ocean, woe, wash U.S. all away.
I know that everything we did will come a round.
I take the thought of EEUU and burn it to the ground.
Sometimes, I’m waiting for this Ice Age to arrive.
Sometimes, the hate in mi is keeping me alive.
Ocean, woe, help mi find a way.
Ocean, woe, wash U.S. all away.
Ocean, woe, Help me find a way.
Ocean, woe, carry U.S. away.