Boneyards

These are the sentimentsOf a cold blooded cynicSo believe me when I say,I would love nothing more.Than for everything,To end unpleasantly.Concrete shoes, rising tide,Grey skies let none survive,Go.Don't say I didn't warn you.[x2]I would rather see your face in HellThan speak another wordOf this perfect world.Of this perfect world.Oh, to be buried beneath the waves,A sailors grave is all I crave.Bury me (bury me),5000 fathoms deep,And leave my bones,For the depths.The sharpest teeth await our skin.The sharpest teeth await...Bloodlust swarms,Upon our worthless existence.The Devil's teeth (the Devil's teeth),The Devil's teeth,Beneath our skin.Whispering of silent vengeance.Blood debts remain unpaid.Now every breath of lifeHas been betrayed.Every idealhas 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 sailors grave it's all I crave.Bury me (bury me),5000 fathoms deep.And leave my bones,For the depths.There's blood in the water,(sinking, always, sinking).There's blood in the water,(sinking, always, sinking).There's blood,In the water.I would rather see your face in HellThan speak another wordOf this perfect fucking world.