
Date of issue: 08.10.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Boneyards |
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 tide |
Grey skies let none survive |
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 |
Of this perfect world |
Oh, to be buried beneath the waves |
A sailor’s 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… |
Bloodlust 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 |