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, oh 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, 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