If you stare at the horizon long enough
You will certainly notice that stuff is getting rough
You shouldn't bluff or look for a cheap laugh
Things are to change and you'll become extremely tough

You'll never learn it from the TV shows
Those talking heads go blah-blah-blah, but no one really knows
Just watch the crows, then feel the wind that blows
It's raining hard and the tidal wave definitely grows

You have been living all your life in your cabin near the coast
There is one thing about the sea that you like the most
You're always lost between the localhost and the Holy Ghost
And you're heading towards the frost of your personal holocaust

Yesterday you were out for the test-drive of your new bike
You've put on those black leather wristlets with rivets and spikes
With Lucky Strike, your Zippo that you've always liked
You were rushing ahead passing the ones who tried to hike

You stopped for the rest, you did a break in your bike test
You were sitting on a beach, you have never been so far to west
You unbuttoned your vest, the weather was better than the best
You were drinking the water and wishing for the fading summer to last

You were staring at the sea, smoking cigarettes one by one
You were doing nothing else letting time to simply run
You were having fun, but were suddenly stunned
As you've recognized the Sea of Red in the light of the setting sun

You have momentarily got a short circuit inside your brain
You've seen fire and death in every world's window frame
You have seen rains of blood and burning soot grains
You thought you had gone mad but actually you remained sane

The entire line of the horizon is burning and it burns your eyes
Now you know that all the things around you are a huge pack of lies
Your consciousness dies trying to compromise
But you're getting wise through those revelations from the skies

Now sit back in your chair and keep drinking your beer
You've seen the real world and you've seen the end of the world is near
You have no fear and that's OK, my dear
Just watch the sea covered by the circles of the rain's tears

Now whatever you read makes you just shake your head
You can't do anything, you can only drink your booze instead
It's neither good nor bad, as everyone will soon be dead
And when the time comes you're lost forever in the Sea of Red

(примерно 2004 год например (вдохновение моё ходит голое в лесу) а вообще это псто типа зафрендить меня можно здесь ок)

чуть не забыл картинку для привлечения внимания