What Christmas has become

To the sea, to the sea
Falling into place the masses conform
Following one another in perfect form
The horizon forms guiding
Where to be, where to be
Greedy winds fill the masts
To the south, to the south
Hollow thoughts troubled to find their own way
Captain's wheel set to course
North says the clouds of a commanding horizon
It steals away
Not time for the right
Set minds ignore the message told by the hearts of the wise
They fall into place
To the sea, to the sea

Rushing past weary vessels unseen treasures
Beautiful minds covered in worn exteriors
Look inside, look inside
Opportunity missed defines true colors
Rough seas misinterpreted from calm as glass
Want to be seen will never step in
Wanting to be seen sees it will never be
Masses blind from treasures within
help them, help them
Bent compass guiding to speckled horizon
Biased agenda guiding the forgetting
Convincing the masses to ignore the reason
Desperation's hold never in season
See them, see them

Under the guise of plenty sorrow drips
Merry obligations weakened the spiritless
Giving into the empty cries
Falsehood of necessity deafening
While many are never to be seen
Where true necessity lies
Pushed under the heels
Still deeper, ever deeper
Grains of sand brought from the heels
Bury the reason forever
Buried at foot
To the sea, to the sea