the world has plunged into anarchy, for love's dead and full of vanity

as i'm lying down on the sand of this taciturn beach
i suddenly open my eyes and realize i'm dead.

i look up at the moon and she looks back at me,
she says i'm not alone and that she's there if i need her to be.

the sky looks wonderful, illuminated by this big ball of hope.
it might seem crazy, but it's been helping me cope.

the sand feels warm and cold and sad..
i close my eyes again and my body starts to feel things.
i feel like i'm flying with my non existing wings.
maybe i should get out of this place.. i think it's making me go mad.

i should.. but i don't.
i feel safe in here and at home i sure won't.

i see someone on the other side of the beach.. maybe i'm finally hallucinating..
it wouldn't be possible for them to be here, who is this person who's so fascinating?
meanwhile i'm still here, lying and dying, crying and spying.

i'm two meters away from the sea so i can't hear it very well,
what is it saying? it sounds like it's trying to tell me something.
it feels like it has so much to say, it almost looks like a non stopping bell.
should i approach it? i really wanna hear what it has to tell.

i might be swallowed by its fearsome blue waves,
but what better way to die than amidst a sea of graves?
what better way to die than being amidst love's slaves?

i go near the water and i hear its so awaited message,
it tells me to be careful, as this is some kind of presage.

i look back and there stands the mysterious person i saw earlier,
she kisses me and kills me, as she's the death courier.
it appeared on the shape of this eery and lovely boy,
he drags me to the water, i'm another one of this sea's toy.

oh the moon, she was the cupid afterall.
she finally has two more lovers to keep her company,
no more need to soak herself in misery and alcohol.