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