A masochist with a healthy fear of knives
Blindfolded cutting tendons
Screams at the top of his lungs
As the crew holds a sigh
I may be mad, but I'm certain of the uncertainty
So learn to with steer our failure and fill our sails for I am the royal we
Sirens soothing his fire with harmonic vows
Rocks calmly eviscerate this vessel as he takes no blame for himself
Darken my horizons waiting for your wake
Buried under shipwrecks loyalty will always lay
If I hold my breath too long will I seal my fate
This ship will meet bottom before it ports in disgrace
Storms up ahead cloud the eyes of our reckoning
Trust famished sharks' agendas over this capsizing craft you're piloting
How can the traitorous dispute the lighthouse that's mocking me
Let fog roll like the heads across the deck you're troubling
Can you feel me underneath you
Can you hear me scratching through the hull
Every wave pleading my love I'll pull every fucking board up just to welcome the flood.
Darken my horizons waiting for your wake
Buried under shipwrecks loyalty will always lay
If I hold my breath too long will I seal my fate
This ship will meet bottom before it ports in disgrace
All hands on deck
She'll treat you sweet if you're worth your salt
All hands on deck
We've been waterlogged for far too long
All hands on deck
Hell's easy to find if you're heading south
All hands on deck
Breathe the water in and pray to drown warm nights
Loving arms for rusted nails and colder dawns
If this salted embrace holds true I'd trade anything to hold course through you
Darken my horizons waiting for your wake
Buried under shipwrecks loyalty will always lay
If I hold my breath too long will I seal my fate
Just meet me at the bottom