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...
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
Of this perfect world
Oh, to be buried beneath the waves
A sailor's grave, it's all I crave
Bury me, 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, 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, it's 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
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