Grey is the sky filled with endless tears... rains neverending. Will they ever end? Silent is the artist's brush. A colorless world on a colorless canvas. Grey is the sky filled with rain. Empty is the poet's words. Without Soul. Without Light. Without Rhythm. Without Rhyme. Without Heart. Filled with Empty For the Last Time. The Last Time. Does the music still move with the dancers? Do the drums still beat and move the ocean's tide? Move the waters? Move the ocean? Mother Ocean drown me. Take from me Sorrow. Mother Ocean raise me. Take from me Shame. Take from me Regret. Anger. Hate and Rage. Mother Ocean drown me. Your son cries emptied inside. Emptied. Emptied. The tide has pulled from me all my strength... and will leave me cold and dead. They take. I give. They take. I give. They take. Give. Give. Give. Give... And still they need more to take. They. Colorless. They. Mother Ocean drown me. Mother Ocean raise me. Raise me above your waters so I may see the sun and feel the sky. Mother Ocean drown me once more before I die.