The lack of laughter’s contagious
It spreads the panic within
Only the fool is courageous
When he goes for a swim
I found the [bad word] I let him talk for a while
And I will give him a hand
After he gave me a smile
I wanna talk to the captain
About libations and 
I bet his loft is amazing
Twice as big as the next
He doesn’t dwell on the details
and he works in a suit
His soul is tied to the sea
his hands are hardened by wood
cause I am the river
I am the sea
Only the darkness
Is bigger than me
I sail the left
I sail to the right
The backwash of empire
Stays by my side
What language are you talking
When you say it’s murder out there
I’ll be the [bad word] To translate your despair
You know nothing ever works here
An opportunity missed
And how steel will reply
When you hit it with your fist