Giant Sand – (Well) Dusted For The (Millenium) 0

Down here I wait with all my benthic friends
Underneath the gate listening to lives end

Those with seven gills will investigate
Each thunderous crash and corresponding shape
In great detail, I described you to each of them
In case the bridge, is how you choose to end

I’d like to have some last words with you before
You end up on the Farallones’s rocky shores
Where the real beasts await to have their way
With all the failures washed out from the bay

A hundred years have passed, since just last autumn
Please come to the bay, see who now lives on the bottom

I’d like to have some last words with you before
I forget how to walk upon these muddy shores
And cease entirely to breathe like a man
Seeing things only with the tips of my hands

My heart is crushed by the jaws of regret
Upon knowing where you now make your bed
The depths at which I’ve chained you to
I pray those shackles eventually rust through

Held under by chiton like lies
Amongst the corpses, I’ll never surface
Debris bouncing off my hide
Covered in detritus, I’ve lost purpose

What comfort lies in years of hating me?
Haven’t you in some way found a rare peace?
Please, realize you’re very soul’s at stake
You’re still a man, and I was just a tool of fate

Your bite marks riddled my soul
It got damn cold, with all those holes
So I left it on shore for all the gulls
There wasn’t much left, still probably more than yours