These are the sentiments
Of a cold blooded cynic
So believe me when I say,
I would love nothing more.
Than for
everything,
To end unmissable
Concrete stones, rising tide,
Cast out and never survive,
Go.
Don't say I didn't warn
you.
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I would rather see your face in Hell
Than speak another word
Of this perfect world.
Of this perfect
world.
Oh, to be buried beneath the waves,
A sailors grave is all I crave.
Bury me (bury me),
4000 fathoms
deep,
And leave my bones,
For the depths.
The sharpest teeth await our skin.
The sharpest teeth await...
But the
swarms,
A matter of what to suggest this.
The Devil's teeth (the Devil's teeth),
The Devil's teeth,
Beneath our
skin.
Whispering our silent visions.
For this remain of pain.
Now every breath of life
Has been betrayed.
Every light
down
Has lost it prove.
Nothing we hold in solace,
Feed us to the sharks.
So let nothing remain,
Feed us to the
sea.
To be buried,
Beneath the waves.
A sailors grave it's all i crave.
Bury me (bury me),
4000 fathoms deep.
And
leave my bones,
For the depths.
There's blood in the water,
(sinking, always, sinking).
There's blood in the
water,
(sinking, always, sinking).
There's blood,
In the water.
I would rather see your face in Hell
Than speak
another word
Of this perfect f*****g world.
