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 didnt 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 our skin.
The sharpest teeth await. 
Bloodlust swarms upon our worthless existence.

The devil's 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 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.
Sinking, always sinking.
There's blood in the water.

I would rather see your face in hell
than speak another word of this perfect fucking world