No flapping wings, no roaring engine
No cluck, no crow no crawling human
No beating heart, no squeaking cart
No truck, no boat, no bloating presence
Only silence, only the ocean's breath
I feel a light breeze in this warm nest
Slowing rocking me to sleep, I feel at peace
Dead corrals and scrap metal pave this domain
Expandable, disposable, we play with the waves
Not even man can, not even man can reach us
Above us shadows brawl
Fellow drifters come join the parade
Waltz, play, we’ve conquered this place
Not even man can, not even man can
I see a face
Muffled screams, frantic limbs, hands clawing for the shore
Who are these strange beings wearing human skin
Are these the faces of mighty men?
Bathing creeps, abandoned by machines
Struggling as the sirens call
Not so mighty after all, man tripped off the pedestal
I see a face
Muffled screams, frantic limbs
Man is falling, calling for the lord
Their God stays deaf for death
Can’t hear the lost souls of mighty men
Chasing dreams, abandoned by mankind
Struggling as the sirens call
Looking for a place in this world
They die under the eyes of the citadel
Silence falls, they float with us
Just as weak, helpless, expandable
We're under attack
Snakes, dragons, whales, titans
We're under attack
They've released the fucking kraken
They've busted the brazen gates, hunting us down
Chewing their way through flesh and plastic
The ocean dyes red through this fucked up mythosis
Floating between scylla and charybdis, feeling safe
We fled the city to be butchered in the bay
Hey motherfucker, do I look like I'm a fucking shrimp?
Comrads rivin in agony, flailing, wailing down at me
Shrieking my name for the last fucking time
Gasping out their lives as the beast dives
Deep down in the abyss
I hear them screaming, lost in that mortal struggle
Muffled screams, frantic limbs, hands clawing for the shore
What are these strange things shredded in the sea
Are we just remains of mighty brands?
Bathing creeps, orphans of humanity
Struggling as the sirens call
Not so mighty after all, I’ve tripped off the pedestal
Is this my fate?
Muffled screams, frantic limbs, hands clawing for the shore
Their God stays deaf for death
Can’t hear the lost souls of mighty men
Chasing dreams, abandoned by mankind
Struggling as the sirens call
Looking for a place in this world, they die under the eyes of the citadel
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