Boneyards

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

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

The devils teeth

The devils teeth beneath our skin

Whispering of silent vengeance, blood debts remained 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 (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