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
Go

Don't say I didn't warn you

I would rather see your face in Hell
Than speak another word
Of this perfect world
I would rather see your face in Hell
Than speak another word
Of this perfect world, Ohh

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
Blood lust 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 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 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 Hell
Than speak another word
Of this perfect fucking world