Sea Salt - John Vanderslice
Sun shines on the Gaza Strip
Smiles on the back alleys of Madrid
Comes off the stone like a burning whip
It's night here on the ridge
And the snowfall adds up inch by inch
I've wasted my days
Battered and ground down by wave upon wave
Of bitter envy and unremitting hate
But there's no one I hated more
Than the man that stands before you now
I was humbled just in time
No longer king in a skull-sized castle
Endless waves had ground me down to dust
For the first time I could take to air
I was free now to go anywhere
