EMPTY OCEANS by WORD AS A VIRUS It's pulling apart at the seams The openness of the sky The nakedness of the trees It is the reality I can not face with eyes open Drenched in this chemical A process that has become my burning left arm I see the crosses They comfort me I see the crosses When syringes tease me and leave their mark Trails that I didn't want But somehow I am stuck with them [ www.dailyrics.com ] EMPTYOCEANS by WORDASAVIRUS