Job For A Cowboy - The Rising Tide

Blood begins to spill from an open sea
Dead bodies churn within the tide
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They drift against a now reddened sea
These rising waters blush as their bodies
As their bodies decompose
Dozens of corpses buried at sea
They swim in their graves
They've proved themselves being too weak for this attachment
The tide rises
The tide breaks
They've proved themselves being too weak for this attachment
I hope I have made my last point
For the weak have fallen and I now stand alone
They now all swim in their own