| A sullen tide caressed the shore
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| The waterline is my nightly guide to the horrifying other side
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| Where shadows sigh and sing along to a lullaby
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| To cull and bind you and I
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| Loaded; |
| they beg for more
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| As you and I we rowed the oars
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| Straight down, the ocean floor
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| Beckoned like an open door
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| I cry out to all of you;
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| «Feel me here. |
| I feel you, too. |
| I feel all of you.»
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| «Will we grow together now? |
| Will they lash out?»
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| «We'll just drown together?»
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| «No… this is suicide.»
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| The hull, it lies parallel to Hell inside
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| Unsightly lies and the horrifying other side
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| With shallow sighs, we sing along to the lullaby
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| To cull and bind you and I
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| Loaded; |
| they beg for more
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| As you and I we rowed the oars
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| Straight down, the ocean floor
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| Beckoned like an open door
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| I cry out to all of you;
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| «Feel me here. |
| I feel you, too. |
| I feel all of you.»
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| «As we grow together now, as we all lash out
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| As we drown together now, this is suicide.»
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| We are of waves, the waxing
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| We are of waves, the tidal slaves
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| We are of waves, the waxing
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| We are of waves, the tidal slaves
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| We are of waves, the waning
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| We are of waves, the tidal slaves |