(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