put a message in a bottle
looking to leave this island
send out the warning signal
we are rotting on the inside
time to make our way clear
start plotting our journey
the engines at full throttle
in the distance they understand
send out the warning signal
we are allotting our lines
in sand footsteps disappear
start to track life’s journey
pour me a drink from that bottle
we aint leaving this island
set back that warning signal
do yet another white line
until all reason turns to fear
life’s stands still no journey
put an message in my bottle
i am loving my private island
saw the sign not the signal
in my head i am doing time
until brain cells disappear
life in a moment is not a journey
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