What You Need - Entombed

Towards the horizon

From under the sea

Firmament

Is laughing at me Greenish visions

From the past

Millions of coffins

Of the future

The waves sing death

I’m listening to their message

The sky melts and the star fries

I’m a cell in your veins

Ears turn into birds

Flesh starts to shrink

My tearduct evacuates shapes and rain

Slugs are crawling on the sun

Your mental health is weakening

The planet surrounds you

You’re only a reflection

Look at me — I’m your scenery

Paint me and you’ll see

Close your eyes and you’ll be free