Singing to SirensI'm falling into the abyss. Never have I felt this hopeless. I'm falling into the sea. Your body floats away from me. I pray to the mistress of the Black Sea.
I float without a hope, Great Whites chasing me. She'll never forgive me. She is swimming beneath me. The sea is swimming beneath me. When I reach the surface she stares into my fading eyes.
I realize her every flaw. I suddenly realize her flaws, the lies, the destruction, the fraud, the deception, the bombs, the drones, the cops and the clones, that stench of excess on her breath- While her clever rhetoric quells the heretic. I never thought I'd fail, sign my name in blood, and beg for my life. The sea becomes my home. We pray to the coast. In a sea full of gold,
to the bottom you must go. Down to the bottom you must go.