We rotate, tied to the pole of our fragile dignity Plugging our ears with the wax we shaped out of remorse To prevent us from hearing these mermaids That instigate the demons enclosed in our souls The skies seem to have cracked yet once more We have ignored the coming storm for far too long Given up on any hope of salvation Stuck in the gyres for ages to come We forgot they used to sing fables of love Still we know we would let them drag us Deep down the precipice we're longing for We tighten our knots Too scared to leave the wrecks we're floating upon With open eyes We swallow the winds that blow on this forsaken earth The skies seem to have cracked yet once more We have ignored the coming storm for far too long Given up on any hope of salvation Stuck in the gyres, stuck into the gyres Driven by insatiable hunger Hoping to discern a way home Drifting on the surface of unconscious A forlorn chant to guide us forth We've breathed the life into those demons Around us the foaming black whirl We can only stick to the course Separate us from spirals and ghosts.