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My Second Ocean
Contributed by
sicknivesevered
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Friday, 27th October 2017 @ 06:45:24 PM in AEST
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LOVE
Hemorrhage of my heart
I/'/m living loveless
I/'/m spitting blood from the pain
Yet I accept this
I/'/m riding high on hate
I/'/m riding high
My vision only looks back in my eyes
Back in my eyes
Inside my eyes I/'/m lost
Selfish soul
Inside my eyes I/'/m lost
A black hole
Torn, cold, and ugly
Hanging by a thread
Of my disbelief
Death I bade
Till I found a light
Within the darkest of shades
Bring me back to You
This angel has come through
She/'/s made me anew
Man today
A new man today
My heart was dry
Cracking to dust
It was an ocean drained
I no longer accept this
Now I let it rain
My second ocean overflows
Don/'/t abstain
Pour down Your love
In endless rain
My second ocean overflows
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2017-10-27 18:45:24]
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Re: My Second Ocean
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by xHeathenx on
Saturday, 28th October 2017 @ 06:32:01 AM AEST
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Interesting. The category of "song lyrics" and "music by Phiners" description/comment made me think it was a rehash of someone else/'/s song lyrics, so I was already wanting to dislike it going in... had it not been the case it might/'/ve struck more of a cord with me.
That being said, I can see this being a love rock song, much like Viza/'/s cover of "When Doves Cry" by Prince. Just has that sort of vibe.
The hanging by a thread is a pretty tense line, and I have to say that and the brightness in the dark shades is my favorite part of this. It/'/s the representation of a "salvation", a redemption of sorts, a renewal and rejuvenation of which, we bear new identity and form. I too have this feeling with my girlfriend I have now. Took a good few girls before her, but finally I found her, and now I too have a sense of purpose and feel a new man.
I also jokingly(though metaphorically serious) called her my own personal Jesus ;)
And we both serve as each others/'/ home, in our own strange sense, though we/'/ve both been without them, literally in some sense and figuratively in many. |
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