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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.
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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 sailor's grave, it's all I crave.
Bury me (bury me),
5000 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).
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),
5000 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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