Stare and watch the flood, drove the
Sinners, the hopefuls,
And sweep them under the tide.
And they run; bathe yourself in the coat
Of the selfish and desperate ties.
Run and hide; this is the last chance to
Live like a god, to live for yourself.
A sincere way to make the public panic.
I feared myself for so long
Bring on the flood.
You fucked yourself all along
Begging is not enough to break my bones.
A sincere way to make the public cry.
To feel the sun burn the streets
And the way that the moon caresses the
Tide to prevail.
