These are the sentiments of a cold-blooded cynic
So believe me when I say I would love nothing more
Than for everything to end unpleasantly
Concrete shoes, rising tides, grey skies
Let none survive
Don’t say I didn’t warn you
I would rather see your face in hell than speak another word of this perfect world
Oh, to be buried beneath the waves, a sailor’s grave
It’s all I crave
Bury me five thousand fathoms deep and leave my bones for the depths

The sharpest teeth await, bloodlust swarms upon our worthless existence
The devils teeth, the devils teeth beneath our skin
Whispering of silent vengeance, blood debts remain unpaid
Now every breath of life has been betrayed

Every ideal has been rusted through
Nothing we hold brings solace (feed us to the sharks)
So let nothing remain (feed us to the sea)
To be buried beneath the waves, a sailor’s grave
It’s all I crave, bury me five thousand fathoms deep
And leave my bones for the depths
There’s blood in the water
Always sinking
Sinking, always sinking
There’s blood in the world
I would rather see your face in hell than speak another word of this perfect fucking world