9 acessos
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 stones, rising tide,
Grey skies let none survive.
Go!
Don't say I didn't warn you.
I would rather see your face in Hell
Than speak another word
Of this perfect world.
I would rather see your face in Hell
Than speak another word
Of this perfect world, oh!
Of this perfect world.
Oh, to be buried beneath the waves,
A sailor's grave is all I crave.
Bury me (Bury me)
Five thousand fathoms deep,
And leave my bones
For the depths.
The serpent's teeth await our skin.
The serpent's teeth await...
Bloodlust swarms
Upon our worthless existence.
Go!
The Devil's teeth (The Devil's teeth),
The Devil's teeth beneath our skin.
Whispering of silent vengeance.
Blood debts remain unpaid.
Now every breath 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 is all I crave.
Bury me (Bury me)
Five thousand 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 fucking world.