Eyesolation

Raindrops fall to cleanse my soul
 The song of whales tear me apart
 My eyes still stray along this shore
 A seagulls' plaint adoring mine
 My tongue too weak to speak a word
 O' was I born to be misunderstood
 Fingers touch, but do not feel
 O' tired seem my restless eyes
 So tired is my smile
 In my endless depth of guilt
 A cripple of my fear
 And the needle serves me well
 Memories now wash ashore
 I feel remains of sympathy
 Imagine the ability
 To gather roses in winter...
 Somebody
 Something
 Welcomed me
 On the other side
 Dank and gentle
 Moist and soft
 Almost like lone
 The needle serves me well
 But whom have I to blame?
 Just the cripple of my fear
 Just call my disguise
 The needle serves me well
 The needle serves me well
 But whom have I to blame?
 So tired is my smile
 Was I born to astray
 In my endless depth of guilt?
 Just a cripple of my fear
 Just call my disguise
 Just almost like love
 And the needle serves me well...