B.O.Y. - Being As An Ocean

They’ll try to sell you everything

Everyone swears they’ve got the remedy

It’s never ending

«Try this new pill to make you happy»

There’s no comfort in plenty

Only reminders of what is missing

Don’t let them get the best of you

Your soul’s the only thing you’ve got to lose

If you go and get a taste for it

You’ll only end up wanting more

Don’t let them get the best of you

Indulge the flesh, chase your pipe dream

Thinking something real will make you complete

It’s fucking lunacy

Thinking we could own the air we breathe

Our creature comforts are fleeting

We can’t take that shit with us when we leave

Don’t let them get the best of you

Your soul’s the only thing you’ve got to lose

If you go and get a taste for it

You’ll only end up wanting more

Don’t let them get the best of you

Wearing grins, insanity spreads

While we scratch and claw our nails to their beds

Always running from the lessons of hurt

Die smiling, betrayed by our comforts

Our creature comforts

Our creature comforts

Don’t let them get the best of you

Your soul’s the only thing you’ve got to lose

If you go and get a taste for it

You’ll only end up wanting more

Don’t let them get the best of you