I sit atop the watchtower the guardian of the gate but there's nothing to watch over I contemplate my fate awoken from eternal slumber eons after time was lost but eons are just larger numbers and so I stay here on this post I have something that I'd like to find let me be warden of the land set me free is this my chance let me stay so I can understand cause now I have the whole world in my hand silent streets and empty casas ancient cities overgrown strolling through deserted plazas where forgotten kings were overthrown summoned from uncharted depths astral planes not yet explored mindscapes where the old ones slept hidden in folklore I have something that I'd like to find let me be warden of the land set me free is this my chance let me stay so I can understand cause now I have the whole world in my hand let me be warden of the land set me free is this my chance let me stay so I can understand cause now I have the whole world in my hand let me be warden of the land set me free is this my chance let me stay so I can understand cause now I have the whole world in my hand

if tentacles are fiction then what the hell am I pushing on without conviction a wet and squishy breathing lie hide yourself inside old books rewriting history imagination changed your looks it twists and turns reality take me back to the time before land the happy days when squid ruled over man if everything came from the sea before it warmed up a few degrees if tentacles are fiction what am I doing here existing as a contradiction as muddy water is unclear will you end caught up on the hook inviting destiny growing softer as you cook your new reality take me back to the time before land the happy days when squid ruled over man if everything came from the sea before it warmed up a few degrees now back we go below the waves to find the freedom that we crave tentacles served on a plate is not our choice is not our fate take me back to the time before land the happy days when squid ruled over man if everything came from the sea before it warmed up a few degrees now back we go below the waves to find the freedom that we crave tentacles served on a plate is not our choice is not our fate