as the seasons change the sailors have dug up our graves
one by one, by now it seems the sailors have dug up our graves
now it’s far too late to begin my whole lifestory again all treasures that i had found still buried underground still buried underground
with the face of a machine the beast dreams of what it longs to be if only had it seen the wars fought under its paw
waking up to sounds of pain, we couldn’t help but close our eyes before the green of spring arrives
roaming waves will flood all land, but we couldn’t help but save our lifes. the sirens called us from the sea
at last one questions remains: who will lead us in the underwood? who will solace the ones who remain? i don’t mean to defend the devil. and i know there’s nothing true. there’s nothing i can think of that i wouldn’t trade for you so here’s what little that i have you can wait for me to take it back.
there’s really nowhere i want to be but no matter how far away i’ll pay the price i’ll pay the price
solemn times, laughing and smiling and dancing but only memories a distant light that tries to hide whenever i feel like
there’s no reason to carry on wandering and wondering how all of this turns to shit making me wish for
solemn times, laughing and smiling and dancing but only memories a distant light that tries to hide the horrors of today
it’s time to turn the tides we all gave our best to defend what is left but nothing, nothing was made to last we’re born to be washed away and fade out in the waves