The Synthetic Sea - Job For A Cowboy

Finding comfort in knowledge of an enthralling higher power

My transformation catalyzed from our continual encounters

As I draw breath from clouds littering a synthetic sea

I overlook how trustful we are.

So simple, so damned naive

I beg for one’s own remission, simultaneously teething the flesh that breeds

religion

Transmitted whispers crawl into each of us and birth dictating monsters

All creations encircling me are charades and impostors

So trustful we are.

So simple, so damned naive

All comprehension I’ve discovered was all concocted to deceive