We've been buried alive with blinding influence 
machine romantically haywire spinning us out of control 
There's something lost in translation 
It resembles a voice 

O Captain! my Captain! 
We hear your words 
This ship is sinking and nobody heard 

(Repeatx4) 

O Captain! my Captain! 
O Captain! my Captain! 
O Captain! my Captain! 
Captain! my Captain! 

What came before these lines? 
Why not just quit because you can? 
So don't count on us 
Cause we don't know who to long for 
But a voice, breaking up from an outdated time 
 [bad word]  
Try to grasp it with my hands 
The clear and present concept 
Turn my back to the stand 
To thee to understand 

(Repeat) 

Tell me about infinite 
I've been longing to know 
Oh please, won't you, tell me the code? 
Won't you please, open this door? 
Is it in this house? 
Or is it in a hole? 
Oh, Captain 
I finally know the feeling 
Someone please pull me out 

We've found our identity 
in self-fulfilling prophecy 
 [bad word]  

The Captain lies pale in the mausoleum floor 
Cold, dead, and present as [bad word]