When you're trading in your hopes for blind despairLike a tameless river, rising every hourAnd your little world is not a little safeThere's an edginess on top of every waveWe could make a choice as far as I can seeWe should choose between the siren or the seaNow if those lying, dying bastards pass the testIn a mood that's best described as grotesqueYou wanted to come out to greet the first thorn on the knifeBut you take that highway for another mileSqueeze my hand, my love, let's dive into the deepAnd let's pave the way for the siren or the seaSiren or the seaSiren or the seaSiren or the seaSiren or the seaSiren or the seaSiren or the seaSiren or the seaSiren or the seaSiren or the seaSiren or the sea
