Fed to the Ocean Songtext
von The Ghost of a Thousand

Whale bones,
Small stones,
Flags waving in the hands of the broke and homeless,
Dig deep, dig fast,
We′re screaming for the kids that'll finish last.
This is the sound of the worthless drunk′s son,
These are the cards of a vulture culture,
This is the sound of the right place wrong time,
This is the mark of a victimless crime and...
Our limits,
Will be our killer but I'm bored of being afraid,
So much for the kids that never quit.
I won't regret it,
I won′t forget it,
These are the days where the good die undiscovered,
This is a cause won′t be fucking bought,
Not the ones buying.
Dead hearts, False starts,
Clean the oceans while the whales sleep on their backs. Fall hard,
Fall down,
Dig the tunnels while the worms sleep undisturbed.
These are the towers of the kingdoms falling down,
This is the sight of the queens blood drenched crown,
This is fall of the kings we're killing now,
This is the mark of a fingerless town and...
Our limits,
Will be our killer
But I′m bored of being afraid,
So much for the kids that never quit.
I won't regret it,
I won′t forget it,
These are the days where the good die undiscovered,
This is a cause won't be fucking bought,
Not the ones buying.