Moby

Solemnly sailing a silent soul sunset. 

Troubling trembling tumbling on it. 

Sun does set sitting and silently shouting. 

To blind us with silence and sense to speak out. 

Hear now. 

I'm here now. 

Fear now. 

Is near now. 

But here I vear from aiming at you. 

Sail away from the hatred that I pointed at you. 

Pointless to grudge and not never even budge. 

Ever I never said I could ever sever your tongue, you can speak free. 

Freely you speak freedom from me. 

Why do u seek to be let out. 

To the pain of the pain of the pain of the pain of the brain of the brain of the brain of the brain of the same insane same sane sails, tales of pails and tails are pale. 

Into the gale, into the mouth. 

Of the sunsetted sea, to the whitewashed whales mouth.