Red Sky At Dawn

Courage. Through the rain, with love as our anchor. There's

just enough here to show us the courage that courses through the veins. Knock it down like a bridge. Set it up

like a prechorus. These are the tales that our grandfathers

tell to their young. Now we're lost. This ship is no such

place for heathens and harbingers. It's a shame, son. This

is the line that you crossed. It's the fine line that

separated caskets from carpenters. I wish we'd wash our

hands of this and watch you drift away. We need the last

word. Don't let him go. He seems to be getting away. Ready?

Aim. Fire. Go for the throat. Don't be surprised if he

already knows how numbered his days are and how fast we'll

pull the plug on this three-ring circus. I swear. Son, this

is business. If you betray us, all traitors are fit with

cement shoes. Tonight, when you sleep with the fishes, you

can measure the tides as your heathen embraces you. Once

we've washed out hands of this we'll watch you float away.

This is what happens when your friends turn their backs.

Now we turn the table. This is your well deserved revenge.

Get used to this. Find a stonger ship. You're the one

that's sinking. The current's too slow, by steady. Pushing

you away, disturbing its flow and burning. You'll becoming

one with the waves. This is so pure. This is banishment

forever. Have you lost your way? The red sun is over the

horizon as we drink to the future. Here's to everything

after the sun sets tonight. I'll see you, far from sober.

We'll watch you as you sink. We've drank the last of the

rye. As sure as the sun sets tonight I'll see you south of

the Cape of True Love. On the floor of the Ocean of

Friendships. I'll see you in hell if that's what you want

me to do. It's ironic sometimes how we meet our demise. As

the fishes feast out of the backs of your eyes, let this

tale be a lesson in life.

You only get back what you give, son.

Fuck you.