(Branwen)
The only evidence is locked in these old photos and still it barely is
And maybe it's just me, but I can't see us one with victory
If that is what were up against
Let us sleep on it tonight
From the west, I could feel the wind
It tore the sail and now we sit in the Atlantic
I see the shadow of the beast ahead
With clear sight and I accept it
My feather weight frame couldn't manage
We chose our pride over the damage we expected
It's about time we had faced the hard truth
Take my body and feed it to the blue
No noise, no blood, no pain
In an instant, I was turned to the bait
Somehow it's cold peace in the middle of the fray
But every second I can breathe make me feel it's too late
No, no, no, never no
Even in this state, I can't help but take control
Somehow every day, this haunting take some out my soul
Tender thought, I was seeing things until it hit his home
The struggling you do won't help
Metal in his hands with six rounds
Take apart my heart with two shells
All that for a script of how he felt
This candle light hits me in my face
I hunger for her blood, I need a taste
The flesh is tender right around the waist
On the sea, your moral compass is erased
Waves crash somberly inside my head (inside my head)
Drowning slowly as I'm filled with existential dread (existential dread)
You can smell the whiskey on my breath (on my breath)
I'm not a pirate but I'm plotting out my fucking death (my fucking death)
It's evident that we'll stay stranded if we lose a fight (lose a fight)
Eyes are fixed upon the sky, our only source of light (source of light)
Life is pitiful, you're miniscule without your might
In the distance I caught a glimpse of a satellite
Honest mistake, we've awakened whatever lies there
Cthulhu's calling, I'm falling inside a nightmare
Merely a mortal, no portal to take me elsewhere
I'm standing still with no will, I'll say my goodbyes here
The siren's song, it's a singalong full of violence
The sacrifices, they slice me open with tridents
The parasites hide in paradise like a virus
Ascending forward, my body's torn in compliance
The struggling you do won't help
Metal in his hands with six rounds
Take apart my heart with two shells
All that for a script of how he felt
This candle light hits me in my face
I hunger for her blood, I need a taste
The flesh is tender right around the waist
On the sea, your moral compass is erased