He might succumb to what you haven't seen
When the cadaverous mob saves it's doors
A creature is a creature though you wish you were the wind
And the bubble of your interest's ready to burst
Breathe the burn, you want to let it last
For the dead men, you cannot leave
And the boat will not stop moving if you tie him up until the end
He whistles and he runs
He has a keen eye for what you used to be
For the dead men, you cannot leave
The boy's appearing on the deck and making it lurch
When the cadaverous mob saves it's doors
When the cadaverous mob saves it's doors
Rehearsing interaction, he wasn't even there
We saw you in distraction, a sleeping, slow despair
He whistles and he runs, so hold him fast
