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 unpleasantly
Concrete shoes
Rising tides
Grey skies
Let none survive
Don't say I didn't warn you
I would rather see your face in hell than speak another word of this perfect world
Oh, to be buried beneath the waves
A sailor's grave, it's all I crave
Bury me five thousand fathoms deep and leave my bones for the depths
The sharpest teeth await our skin
The sharpest teeth await
Bloodlust swarms upon our worthless existence
The devils teeth, the devils teeth beneath our skin
Whispering of silent vengeance, blood debts remain unpaid
Now every breathe of life has been betrayed
Every ideal has rusted through
Nothing we hold brings solace
(feed us to the sharks)
So let nothing remain
(feed us to the sea)
To be buried beneath the waves
A sailor's grave, it's all I crave
Bury me five thousand fathoms deep and leave my bones for the depth
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 fucking world.
Writer(s): Jeffrey Ling, Benjamin Gordon, Luke Kilpatrick, Winston Mccall
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