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This wooden vessel groans,
I can barely see the shore,
This place I’ve only dreamed of,
Disease waits for me,
Like a predator,
The scent of blood hangs in the air
3 month of starvation,
13 dead along the way,
Was it worth it?
Will I ever know?
Ship to shore,
Release the anchor,
Wrecked upon the rocks,
Let the darkness take over,
In smoke and fury I’ll cry,
Good men have met watery graves
Followed the mutiny to protect us,
But the wretched still press on,
Ship to shore,
Release the anchor,
I collapse onto land
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Here we all are again,
Arms outstretched for what we want,
We are slaves with broken teeth,
Turning the cogs with bloodied hands,
Only empty lies to comfort us,
Strike from behind us,
Sink your teeth into my skin,
Inhale this smoke,
Carry me away,
Strike from behind us,
Sink your teeth into my skin,
Inhale this smoke,
Carry me away,
Fuel to lift me up
On high,
Here we are all again,
Living our lives as hope dissipated,
Hope dissipated,
Inhale this smoke,
and it will carry me away,
fuel to life me on high,
to touch the scorching sun,
fuel to lift me up,
to touch the scorching sun.
fuel to life me up on high,
to touch the scorching sun,
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