Obsolescence

The faces of dead fishermen pupate at sea

Foamy water absorbs turbulent thought

Vengeance was their fate, now washed away by time plea

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Weird frightened fish and livid souls’ spree

Deadwood floating in the water, endless trail caught

The faces of dead fishermen pupate at sea

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I'll show them from all sides, for everyone to see

They can say nothing now, their mouths sealed and fought

Vengeance was their fate, now washed away by time plea

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Kaleidoscopic countdown, carried by the wind boogie

Melting storm clouds into otherworldly whirlpools onslaught

The faces of dead fishermen pupate at sea

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If you ever hear a call, it's them, serenade grantee

Trying to hold on to what they lost long ago, remorse naught

Vengeance was their fate, now washed away by time plea

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A hint of luck in their next life, foresee

Without terrestrial devices, it'll be obsolete aforethought

The faces of dead fishermen pupate at sea

Vengeance was their fate, now washed away by time plea