Welcome to Gaia! ::

Shining, shining,
From the other side it's crying.
A broken spine, the soul is dying.

Storm inside me, ignite,
Give me the guiding light, maybe something,
something to fight.

Test me, judge me, break me.
Show me what it's meant to be...

To be alive in the Sea of Apathy.

Waters rise and flood,
Quickly before I loose too much blood,
Too much blood from the chains attached,
It's too late, the locks have been latched.
Anchored to the ocean floor,
Why am I asking for more?
But until the pain is gone this is me,

Trapped in the Sea of Apathy.

Don't cry for me, do not worry,
One of these days I'll break my chains and continue the story.
I'll fasten them to my back,
The wings I shall create, they will make up for what I lack.
I'll fly out and meet you at the shore,
And we'll walk across the beach and watch the storm.
We will laugh together at it, you and me.

When I escape the Sea of Apathy.

As a boy I dreamt of traveling the world
Nothing but my own feet carrying me
Fueled only by the adventure
Breaking fresh dirt, raising new hell

Who ever knew the grass just wasn't as green?

As a man I sit at the frigid curb
Nohting but my guitar screaming my story
Fueled only by my numb fingers
And an even number soul inside

Who'd have guessed people take pleasure in sorrows...

My feet have grown weary after years of walking
I thought a swim would be a nice change of pace
The sea grows deeper as the bottle grows empty
After one more drink will I be over my head?

I found Jesus in the bottom of a fifth
I lost my religion at the end of another
I found true love in the open road
And I found true hatred in the dirty mirror

Who ever knew my only friends would be the guitar and sleeping bag on my back?

My feet have grown weary after years of walking
I thought a swim would be a nice change of pace
The sea grows deeper as the bottle grows empty
After one more drink will I be over my head?

As an old man I look back
At life lost and love never gained
I left everything I hated
Only to gain nothing new to enjoy
My fingers, too broken
To play a broken guitar
My soul, too rusted
From a life of swimming in the sea...

My feet have grown weary after years of walking
I thought a swim would be a nice change of pace
The sea grows deeper as the bottle grows empty
After one more drink will I be over my head?

...Over my head in underrated life?

Once upon a time,
All the crowds were mine,
Every one of them thought I was sublime.
Next thing I know,
I was nothing but a solitary crow,
Only yesterday's news, I reap what I sow...

The band used to raise,
Their heads to ask me what to do,
Now the trumpets cease to coo,
And it was all just a phase...

Hear my plee, I'm forced to bended knee,
Read my lips, Don't let me see,
High I as I was I forgot what to be,
They all decided to flee,
So here I stay... drowning here in the sea.

I led the violins,
As the bows moved with the crowd,
Commanded the saxes strong,
Everyone's hair raised to the gong...
But here I am, singing to no one,
All my, all my dreams,
They're nothing but broken guitar strings,
But I... I still sing, and my voice shall ring!

Hear my plee, I'm forced to bended knee,
Read my lips, Don't let me see,
High I as I was I forgot what to be,
They all decided to flee,
So here I stay... drowning here in the sea.

Revelry, everywhere we turn,
Be careful though or else you'll burn.
Everyone has the perfect life,
All but free of strife!

See them pray, for their maker,
They breathe, but everyone's a faker.
We see, everyone as perfect,
But look, all of their lives can connect!

It's,
A curse,
To want this scarred life.
And,
Still we,
Struggle to swallow the pills they take.
Now,
We're kept,
In hypnosis and wonder why...
We DREAM!

What are your dreams...
Are they all that you see?
As you search for what it really seems,
You will find, we were left behind,
This is what we were meant to be...

Just you... and me.

They always pleed in apathy,
But where's the sympathy?
Everyone's bowed, turned to the ground,
As long as they're there,
Can't they help themselves from the snare?