Pretty Shiny Things

shiny objects at the bottom of the sea
secrets that no one can view but me
leave them all behind
and follow the pretty things
oxidization and resuscitation
the death of lies float on the sea
the truth is all that sinks
sinks deep into me
i hope the wind blows it all away
with it's pretty fingers reaching in the sky
so that i can be at peace again
and follow the pretty things
the edges cut and the center pulls
forward and forward and forward
i don't want to go there
i want to stay
and follow the pretty things
where no one can follow
where they're blind and my vision is bright
where i am alone
and follow the pretty things
the music floats slowly
in my water clogged ears
luring me back
but leave them all behind
and follow the pretty things
swimming quickly
i lust after them
away from my fingertips
but i will try
and follow the pretty things
the current pulls back
the water in masses
but i will fight on
and follow the pretty things
the lungs struggle for surface
but the surface is nothing but lies
i want to keep going
and follow the pretty things
a last burst of air
and the pretty things shatter
there's nothing left to search for
but the surface once more
even the pretty things are oxidized
in the dangerous presence of lies