LOST ULTRA

Ready to go,
 in the search of a plan
 the hours we pass
 only grain to the sand
 what lays on the deck
 an eye for an eye
 a soul to collect
 a body ...

The wonders that lie underneath
 I see the crack of the leaf
 the blood as it leaves
 to stare at my fort that they seek
 to treasure another,
 thy su...

Bow my head to hang my corpse,
 kicking rocks, they want me gone
 press select, its in my nature
 question of what lingers on
 take my hand to set abl...