Dead weight under my feet
Peeling up my honesty

Somehow I forgot what it was worth
but I'll follow his notes
to the edges of the earth.

Creatures of the deep
Keeper of my memories [bad word] to take them back from which they came,
man who disappeared and left me with his name

And unless you're [bad word] back home,

I wish you the worst sea sickness
I hope you can feel it up inside your head
and down in your stomach
Remember to breathe
when under the water
Then you can open up your mouth
and sink to the bottom of the earth

And we'll raise our limbs like lifeless tools

The reaching hands of your pride
are twisting up your insides,
But before you anchor your line
just give me some time.

And I will be with you until time is no more.

You can't stop me now,
I'm a fickle raging bull
In a red caped calming crowd
You can't stop me now
My devil's claw is hooked
and the rode I raised will send me to my grave.

Hey boy,
Don't let go
You're gonna find what you're looking for
Even if that means this whole [bad word] sea
will be turned upside down.

Hey boy,
Don't let go
Keep your hands on that dirty rope
And an eye on things 'cause the sun's setting
and the winds are picking up.

Hey boy,
Don't let go
To the hand of your father's ghost
Because up 'til now
You believed you were talking to yourself

Hey boy,
Don't you know
that you could [bad word] back home?
And you will die here all alone.