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We've been lost at sea for 20 days now Light brights up the night, my starving guts growl I'm stranded on a ship of glass Which day will be my last? I toss and turn in my bed An angel was lowered down from the clouds With pink wings and legs like a grasshopper; Sixteen eyes in her head, trembling, screaming in a dead language The captain locked the angel in a cage Then lightning crushed his skull with blinding rage One by one the crew fell sick with illness While the angel was locked in imprisonment My skin turned translucent Everyone could see my organs trembling like the gears of a clock The first mate whose guts where stung with hunger Tried one night to kill the strange angel He turned into a hawk, with wings that peeled right off We could not stand the sight of his crippled state So we threw him overboard with blinding rage I can't sleep to save my life All these dreams keep me up at night See that black curtain coming for me Right now The cook and I were the only two alive The cook lusted for the angel all day and night The sky formed his face in stars, the face said do that angel no harm But he touched her skin anyway The next day the cook was not in his bed I heard him cry for help inside a mirror Where he was trapped for life And he could never die, just watch all his friends slowly age And beat against the glass with blinding rage I'm on my back watching clouds collide All alone I know I surely will die But before I expire, I untie the angel's barbed wire And see land approach like a books last page And take my last breath with blinding rage |