The Dead Sea - Weave the Waves

The reflections of your decayed eyes
Anticipate a flood of misery
Karma for the decent deeds
Justice for infectious lies

The ugliness of your features
Is visible from the moon

Weave the waves and spread your remains
Reap the harvest of punishment
Weave the waves and hide your face
Your lips are drier than the surface of mars

Weave a tide to cover what's left of you
No one needs to smell your truth
A tide that can fill your lungs
A worthless essence for a cosmic dust

Let the stream mummify your body
Eternal Torment, Reckoning...
Mental yearning...Mental salinity...