I'm brushing away sundown cinders from the beaches in my mind
My palms are take-off stations for the comets of my fingers
I come bearing multiple gifts for children lost in guitar riffs
And here, at our final destination, she forgot to bring hers

Empty handed goddesses stand broken at the altar
Made of sandflame, ocean powder, dressed with seaweed tinsel
Everyone is demanding to know just who I am
I ignore all of their snapping; my apathy's abysmal

The lightning flashes burn in colors red to cerulean blue
The cloud sharks are crying, their teeth are floating farther out
The bittersweet blood of berries rains down, crispy and cold
I'm staggering straight through the commotion, showing my stubborn, black devotion
As the shore starts caving in, the first sign of the fallout

And after this, we'll come and ask what human nature's demons had been going on about