Murder in the Depths

Il n'y a que les imbéciles Qui ne changent pas d'avis Il n'y a que les imbéciles Qui ne changent pas d'avis A skull on oyster shells She fell without the pearls Barely saw the world She passed up their prize Passed up on any chance To keep them in her hands With little choice like most before She laboured for a dream Was sent to dive too deep Where nobility refused To even dip their toes Her lungs collapsed far below She was the very last link In a chain built to retrieve What could be sold to the meek In the cruelest way she saw The disgust up in the eyes Of the next workers in line Those fellows dodged the fact That their value it will end They weren't the final link yet But if we don't face up together Fear will point our distrust down And billions more will drown C'est la vie