Up to Our Necks

Paddle faster as the ship begins to sink
and be swallowed by the tide,
or prepare to sleep with the sharks.
Now, who here is ready to call it quits?
Not we, the damned without a guide.
We’re so damned and we’re so blind.
With our heads in the earth,
we’re the ostrich, blind to see
the imminent shipwreck and sudden drowning.
There’s water in my lungs,
but I can breathe.
There’s rust in my veins,
but my heart still beats.
There’s water in my lungs,
but I can breathe.
There’s rust in my veins,
but my heart still beats.
There’s dementia in my brain,
but my mind still thinks.
Do you still think that
Functioning on the verge of instability
breeds chaos permeating a crash?
What a decadent display of indivine divinity,
a paradox thicker than thee.
Just keep swimming as the spotlight shines,
but that fucker won’t shine on you.
I thrive in the fucking deep.
I thrive on the fucking weak.
Break me, break me.
Fuel my desire.
Break me, break me.
Throw me onto this fire.
Take this note
to the grave.
And you should pray
that a passing ship
will rescue me.
I’ll see you in the headlines.
I’ll see you in the headlines.